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May 11
How differently we wear our hate,
But how similar the fabric.
Through ages,
Across seas.

Voices call out different names,
But drip an equal venom,
This one purple,
That one green.

How much must be coated in filth
Before the state be declared entire?

Must no innocent inch remain?
Things were never better.
Nor were they much worse.
Merely different,
But not so different as we assume.
Written by
The Wilted Witch  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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