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Feb 2014
Nameless they lived
in tenements
they called castles,
the working classes,
grinding the chains
of harsh realities,
blinded by mass spirituality,
moved about
to and fro
on circadian feet
& lost forever
in the annals
of lying histories,
those written by the victors.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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