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Once you are labeled, The human input is out and

I punish myself daily to deny a god.

Cut the masks and you will find a river of sorrow

You said this summer, hold me tight,

A streak of sin, just as culpable,

Transcribing my emptiness, like emulating an ape-

The family pride goes for the jugular. The rotational

Celebrating the summer. Planting a wet kiss on―

Where was the empirical evidence, that you don't exist?

This country divides us. Only cameos were