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Thoughts become dust
Dirt under my nails
Around and around and around
(I will write blank verse, not poetry)
Smoke rises and falls
Till there's nothing but sound
Pounding and pounding and pounding
(I will write blank verse, not poetry)
Blood on the ground
Staining the pavement
I had my critical turn as I watched them suffer
In empathy, we became one
(I will write blank verse, not poetry)
~ 27.06.15., dedicated to all victims of the current system ~
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