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“Of course you distrust authority.
Of course you sleep in your shoes,
One foot on the windowsill,
Ready for some unknowable god
To kick over the domino.
What happened in your motherland
When someone decided you were guilty
Whether you were or not?”
They’d get taken behind the barn and shot.
He laughs.
“That wasn’t even one generation ago.”
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Ella Bogdanova
Drop by drop I mourn the sea.
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