Crush Poem #3
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I put my empathy deep inside
asked if they could feel it.
Moments later we were filled with smoke.
The bodies are everywhere,
how much have we really seen?
Embarrassed by my lack of surprise
I act shocked for a while.
Kink and slaughter gave the days pride
our nights were long and dark
but not without an incredibly high thread count.
The thought, “We’re fucked”, never came.
We continue to strut our stuff.
Blood and commerce pass between us.
Holes widen in repetition around us.
They scream. We gasp.
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I put my empathy deep inside
asked if they could feel it.
Moments later we were filled with smoke.
The bodies are everywhere,
how much have we really seen?
Embarrassed by my lack of surprise
I act shocked for a while.
Kink and slaughter gave the days pride
our nights were long and dark
but not without an incredibly high thread count.
The thought, “We’re fucked”, never came.
We continue to strut our stuff.
Blood and commerce pass between us.
Holes widen in repetition around us.
They scream. We gasp.
.
.
.
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