"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 or 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 lactosily onto some bodies baddie story that debris of mind would be ratcheted still and submerged than its dirty inconvenient remains splayed put against essayists , journalist, ministers' wishes
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