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) we left, we

bare

our lives

down

on coerced

railroads brighter

than sun striking

gold, we


resent being away

from our mother

land but scorn

at those who own

us and those with

us, we


spill lies

disguised

as secrets among

comrads, who we

ghost

our neighbors

living in a medium

we pretend non exist (

 
 
 

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