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Day 244 – Bombardiers

Some people hold their wickedness in their engorged underbellies,
faces in turmoil through the working day
for the pressure they’re swallowing down,
looking for some release.

Some people are bombardiers.

Some people can push the button by existing.
We call them innocent civilians.

Some people can ignore the explosions
because they’re already dead,
but for the rest of us, we’re dying
for no reason

but pressure.


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