Straying Stares

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Marauding suits speaking in native tongue
Burning fumes, clouding their shame from the sun
Haunting flutes play as the claim they have won
Feeling like pros at the con
Seeing only the pros to their con
Whiles woes load automatic guns
And curl like fros without combs
And shoot hollow domes
Whilst I follow stones
Down poorly lit roads

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