Kick out the jams
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a mass of hands press on the market window
ghosts of progress
dresed in slow death
feeding on hunger
and glaring through the promise
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
a mass of nameless at the oasis
that hides the graves beneath the master's hill
are buried for drinking
the river's water
*unfinished*
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