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The Betrayal Narrative Graham Swanson to B. I – Storm Wayward Storm grunted under dim fluorescent lights. Blue glow from three monitors turn...
Pain
by Graham Swanson
Pain is a wound that never stopped healing
it's the body punishing itself
it's the consequence of widespread hunger
its the cause of our wars
it's a refugee asking to use my phone
it's a wound on the palm of a swordsman
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