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BIG BROTHER IS ALWAYS WATCHING

Come back, come back
whispers the ghost of memories past,

a silver thread connecting the disposables,

shuddering at the intrusion of empty words.

Run as fast as you can.

A carnivorous carnival of caged

circus freaks clapping to the

beat of fear pounding against

their chests, crying tears of

unwavering belief in

freedom and the rights of equality.

Long will they wait…

for the bars blocking them

is built from prejudice, caging their abnormalities

into a confined space of control.

Come back, come back
they whisper,

dirt covering the bones

of their empty words.

Run as fast as you can.

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