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Too Bad
04:15
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Are you ready for your milkies?
Yeah, you really want some milkies,
Don't you?
Too bad.
Mom?
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The Sea Foams Like a Dog
03:41
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If you listen close enough,
You can hear the earth crack like a neck.
Please, I'd rather be alive than holy.
I don't have time to write about the soul.
There are bodies to count.
I meet God, and there's a brick of light before each bombing.
I only know that enormous light,
Only that roar of nothing,
As certain and incorrect as a sermon.
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Drone Blue
05:27
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On Wednesday, it amounted to a no-man’s land of empty villages,
Roads crisscrossed by armored vehicle treads,
Felled trees and grass fires burning out of control,
And panoramas of sunflowers and corn rotting.
You are nine years old, watching TV commercials on a Saturday morning.
Your mom sends you outside to play under a perfect, drone blue sky.
Death comes from the sky instead.
There are bodies to count.
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Home
02:22
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There is a place that I call home.
This is the land where my house stood.
This is the place my house once stood.
This is the place where my house stood.
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