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Thy Wickedness Of When – Unhinged Poem

Burning sickness,

within us,

becoming us,

like a mirror’s reflection,

we look,

but we are not,

a cheap copy of something that was once meant to be human but now resembles a photo,

no substance,

only flair,

this is the grit of another man’s war…

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