Sunday, February 03, 2013

Foreigner

Foreigner
We turn blind eyes to one another, states
of separation, enforced provincial eyelessness, each
slaughter feels like the first time, baby, it
feels like the very first time,
and I am becoming a desensitized nihilist, not
being part of the problem.

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