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By Jack Joseph Smith
Ancient
The horror of her dying
The mirror of her.
being alive
Nothing we know settles
the soul
Worse when the soul is gone:
There with having nothing.
then we talk about power
No man's hands tell me
how to conduct business
They think they are modern
with their war; who has ever
mentioned tyrents caring for
their own,, and of course you
remember when Omar Kiham said,
each face and place
is the same