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Heads turned on the other side

keep that low-profile my little one sky is contaminated with fat black spots their weightiness is gonna be dropped on everything known eyes are drained turned to glass it remains incomprehensible what have you done and who's sending those metal birds engineering shadows over your stuffed animal keepers keep that low-profile they are on rescue mission playing mini golf with calculation how to convert your misery in fifteen minutes of fame their perception is detoured just keep that low-profile whole nation sent on the road fragmented into disdained ethnic particles soon they'll be fighting over conveniently flagged stamps revitalising otherness another Shoah has been set on the scene no one is left to call them a mother to name them a father to recognize them as a brother no one but you keep that low profile maybe someone will have civility to collect your crumbled parts the way you're collecting that bread crumbs on tormented path of your shelled being keep that low profile my child

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