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Boxing Shadows

A day in early September.
The year: two thousand and one.
A horror, too hard to remember.
The auspicious new century begun.

They say not to stoke up the embers.
For the fires of malice have sprung,
from the well of poisonous resentment,
we su*k as our mother tongue.
With mouth, parched dry and bloated,
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