• Mon, Oct 31, 2022
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#todayspoem
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The sense of a long last night over civilization is back again.

We are close to dead. There are faces and bodies like gorged maggots on the dance floor, on the highway, in the city, in the stadium; they are a host of chemical machines who swallow the product of chemical factories, aspirin, preservatives, stimulant, relaxant, and breathe out their chemical wastes into a polluted air. -Norman Mailer
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