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tirana(h)

26/11/2012

tirana
city of bright trash
could you foresee
that what you bore
were carnivores?
the cannibals
ate you alive
and now they dance
on your dead body
unburied breasts
what did you feed?
children of greed
city of bright trash
tirana

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