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September 29, 2009

Unavoidable Consequence of Birth

We are an army
of discarded carnival prizes
scavenging pity
from thrift store zombies
waiting for the day
we can rise up
and destroy
the mirrors
that reveal us to be
and soiled.

But breaking glass
takes energy
and makes a mess.
I better behave
just in case
there are gods.

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