We sat, perched atop
fallen remains,
stoned with the solvent's smoke.
Asleep on the cum-stained
crumble of dirty laundry
left by the left.
Coarse spoils of their theft.
The left behind are all of us,
trained to keep the fear aligned,
restrained and
not feral at all, tamed and
kept in line.
Don't let your face
betray a sign.
Shut your mind.
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