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Iron Doves and Death

Iron doves and death
The world can sort
 It’s sordid mess.
I am not alone
  Who does not have
  A gun upon my phone
  If you who do not know
But for the wheels
 On which you grow
 Are sliding, noisy wreck
Perhaps the maps
You all should check
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