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panem
et circenses
all
my life scared I might be you
but
I was just myself
blood
to the head
a
heart is always torn to shreds
the
city re-sized to swim through a fire
how
old are we?
another
thousand years
till
spectacles would be invented
and
we who are about to salute you
let
just a little doubt creep in
Terrific.
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