one time a guy told me i’m a less hot alison brie and i thanked him
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We sing
I close my eyes
We dance
I can’t breathe
The war goes on
They’re stocking drones
Sowing bodies
In wartime tones
Beneath the sand
Beyond commodified
sparkle and shine,
Does anyone
Really care about us?
In eight minutes, forty six seconds
a life was taken
igniting
the long brewing firestorm
simmering beneath America.