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Date Added: June 12, 2015 23:06:33 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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It was happening. 
It was a perverse state, 
one by one we were tearing apart, 
our wholeness, our human heritage. 

A distorted image of beautiful order. 
We went assembling the torn limbs. 
Each desire was sutured 
like a wound, to become a scar. 
It was a collective grief of history. 

Abrasion of ‘me’, grotesquely 
disfigures the face 
of soft weightless peace. 
Love has never been the same. 
The little things have become 
enormous ghosts trampling our senses. 
Ugly scrawls are scaring.
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