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shells all along.

Heads twirl,
clean up splattered blood or
leave it be;
art.

Perspective is personal,
the selfish artist dangles
from his decorative noose;
the beauty of the deceased
attacking pupils
trained by a mindset.

Where are your sparks, love?
You say so much for hands so rough,
so show me the fuel dripping from your fingers.

Criminals and justice,
hypocrites and washbasins;
you’ve lost my attention.

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