"Sympathy is prompted by hatred of an enemy not genuine support for all victims" - Anon.
A mound of rubble tied together by a two ratchet straps and myself as someone else on top of the cross, wobble-rocks between an atrium of a derelict school . The meaning of which comes to me as the lozenges of smashed concrete dislodge and slip out - half by my wiggle, half by itself- into the clear thinking that by latching lactose onto some bodies baddie story, that debris of mind would be ratcheted still and submerged than/d its dirty inconvenient remains splayed put against essayists , journalist, ministers' wishes.
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