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People


Heat and terror in a crowd As prone to spreading as a local disease of the mind Or a regionally misconstrued concept in society People blend, mix, divide, erupt into eachother Like storms upon storms Thrashing, all of them And I still take the time to contemplate These meager efforts at a right handed existence And I still chase my mind into hate These eager left handed soldiers of resistance.
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