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------“Good Morning”------
the drizzle of a new day
sitting in my eyes
the cars the bricks the raindrops
the blood the shit the flies
the time to breathe the cold in
the time of day to cry
the time of day to try to forget
the constant urge to fly
the spinning slicing meat hooks
shooting past my ear
the bags of flesh that glide by
seeping the metallic taste of fear
the gutter trash that swells
and spits as it grows green
the children press their faces
against a cold god screen
and another day doth pass
as I wander through the trees
as I wonder how much longer they have
and if humanity is a disease
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