staring at skin.
black hair in disarray.
they move in rhythm.
they sway.
like palm trees on the plains of Golgotha.
tearing as they bleed.
swollen with identity.
throbbing.
corrupt puss oozes.
propaganda!
monopolise..!
revolt...!!
passionate screams
now pained whimpers.
till they become.
just black hairs on skin.
unsuspecting.
hazardously silent.
they remain.
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