Plasma On The Pavement

Plasma On The Pavement short poem

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Release from your
own skin
Soul is in
and leaks poison
while wasting
Plasma on the pavement

End result
sub-par / sub-human
No existence cruel than this
To exist
without challenge
Opposition does not exist
The opposite of oppression
Must give
the impression
of posh exuberance


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