Did I go high

I walk in silence with solace and solidarity

the sidewalks are met with eyes diverted and tears and red puffs

the world is two fists and the vomit is stuck in the esophagus;

the root and verb, the digest and the verbiage.

we work for peace not silence

the victory cheers are quiet but present

I fucked a republican the night the world died

the triumph is death

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