Outside of science and law
all rules are bent and broken.
Like the smell of a war,
the blood is a token
for everyone to take home
with a folded flag creased
the same way as their bones,
and they'll never cease
to see the crisp packet
gathered in the exact same way.
The world is split in two
like a magician's assistant,
and it will take more than glue
to ever unite the two.
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