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Lowercasemmmmmm

Lowercasemmmmmm

enclave

this dark dug out hollow
where the loyalties of men are honed,
says more with an empty gesture
than is ever said out loud,
they want your blood and tears
priceless drops of internal fluid,
made contrite by forced attrition
a dying soul made pallid,

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