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 "WTC-91101".. I and II by Madelyn untitled anonymous Put It On Pause by Megan Diamondstein Immortal Times by Ronak Desai untitled by zekeil untitled by willy dintenfass (zeke) untitled by Steph submit a poem for next month's edition go to current edition  |
untitled anonymous hell is hot who left america open someone on my phone was telling me about an apocalypse and time, we have no time left tonight there are no more people jumping out of buildings no reporter news flailing no hot dog stands standing what ground do we walk on how do you get satisfaction is it for your greater good the city is bleeding while afghanistan's streets are dancing passing out candy to its children but now karma has drawn flames into the black of your sky line and all i want to know is where's my fucking candy now where's my country sweet land of liberty see liberty running to his omaha bunker like the little squirrel he is what you got to say to me, mister your words are just a fixer-upper that i don't want right now tell me what you're gonna do never thought being president was so much work are we looking for retaliation or are we watching the light of our televisions just to see you fumble over another sentence |
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