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Post by thefleetsin on May 25, 2018 20:53:32 GMT
lurching between the glory holes
at last count three hundred and ninety nine minute man missiles and not a moments peace in sight.
but whoever said peace is for the war like surely was mainlining ultra brite smiling with all his might.
as we lurch between the glory holes the silos turning darkness into everlasting light.
sjw 05/25/18 inspired at this very moment in time by what used to be an iraqi kids head.
from the 'baby series' of poems
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