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Post by thefleetsin on Mar 23, 2018 19:30:40 GMT
like a pin cushion at a porcupine convention
clouds of children are gathering among the monuments, the tombs of the war born. for theirs is a storm sworn amid the showering of phraseology, a witch's pathology, coddled inside a propped up theology. dedicated to a mythology: the righteous recycle the right as if reloading guns were an act of ecology.
sjw 03/23/18 inspired at this very moment in time by the difference twenty four hours can make.
from the 'baby series' of poems
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