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In the air, the pallor rises showing faces of wrath,
breathing shame in light of a complex coalition of schemes;
a sudden fury appears discreetly under the crying
and the world indifferent...
Amazed glances are exchanged;
the impertinent silence is not tolerated ...
while the inventory of gifts continues
buying those in olive green uniforms, governments and judges
...Tuesday 18th April 2017 12:36 pm
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