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[robertmousseau]

where did you find that bloodstain portrait
drawn by my quiet confidant?
when did the lines slowly shift by fate
from pin-prick pains to political daunt?
how did my dreams survive the weather
forming facts bending time-faded plot?
as the minds steam daily forward forever
whose lost soul points the finger assault?
fragment arms fractured legs revealing
invasive proof of just who lit the bomb.
boardroom schemes hide the slugrat smiling
as new gained hearts follow fake pocket calm.
grinning empty 'cause they're stealing something;
no decision? let's as one face the qualm.