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Post by thefleetsin on Aug 27, 2018 18:07:23 GMT
peas porridge cold
if it were only a matter of millions of tons of food stuffs being held up in vast storage warehouses awaiting delivery to the world poor the disenfranchised whom for no other reason than being born compromised but alas we now have devised a myriad of inter woven lies as to the how's and why's of blanketing a world in which peace was never the prize one could almost believe there were gods of love bouncing off everyone's joyous thighs.
sjw 08/27/18 inspired at this very moment in time as the portal flares beyond the whimpering behind the stairs.
from the 'baby series' of poems
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