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macro Fe[ar]

macro Fe[ar]

Sunrise
the machine gun felt
like a pez dispenser
and when everyone
was down
i picked up casings
and chewed
* * * *
america called it war
we called it sweet vengeance
* * *
no one believed the
blood was on their hands too
but the metal in my mouth
said otherwise

Sunset

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