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My old friend got desert to go
I sat near him at dinner–
His spirit was with his parents.

953

What has the world become?

Plagued by a fever,
Black Night on the breeze–
Shaming of mourning.

Are we comfortably numb?

952

On the great farm
Hyenas and Roosters cry
And I with them.

Please, Demons of Death
Stop your plague.
-I beg you-

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