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Copyright graphic; Genocide on the streets
warped through glass
Ideas of scenic children.
The dead woman's fumes, even the
dead dog and vehicle: This is no ritual ached
in history. Nor carved in meaning unlike the flag.

No legs and a bullet: You lay in a Parody
of death. New avenues of promise, new boundraies
without facial expressions. The camera exhales
a sense of delusion: or empty words Yet to be canvassed.