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A Certain World Of Power

The distance is always blurred,
Can't you understand?
The Socrates breast,
Always spilling over,
I see them drown.
She whores in Las Vegas,
The politician's favorite.
We're struggling for hope from within,
Her snakes have become hair.
Why can't she stop screaming?

by Andrew Hussey

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