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[bodytext] => We are unreal as much as we are alienated With silences we built With roads so dusty Our insolence will draw us to arena To defend honor of fallen angels Nihilism today For us is only a dead frog under the shoe We are late for our subsist time But our mouths are not full of soil And in our fists Pandora’s Box is open [comments] => 1 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 25 [informant] => arijadna77 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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