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His stance shifts and
his eyes turn blood red, hate.
He stretches out his arms
and blows everything to Hell
with purple light.

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…or at least, ignore it,
I think that’ll hurt more.
These atrocities, they claim,
are fictitious in nature
but standby to nurture
all sore sordid wounds.
I wound up near China
but not nearly close enough
to call myself Chinese.
Boom, I’m south of this
mystery.

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