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ever-present droning hum

small town americana coded

still gives me nightmares.

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daffodils swayed in

sun-stained winds

and blood-stained blades.

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he wasn’t even four

when i learned how flesh

cuts just like grass.

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the only real

change is the sound

the lawnmower makes…

R̴̼̦̽͛̂̑R̶͈͕̈̋͗ͅR̵̩͕̰͎͍̝̐̀̿̔͂̌̅̾̕Ŗ̸̣̻̲̻́͆̌̇̒̅̏̈́̽̋̽R̸̥͙̔̈́͜Ȑ̷̳͔̫̟̗̭̤͆̏̿Ŗ̶̢̛̻̺̭̜̫͙̼̝͉̮̄̏̎̄͑̋͂̄̀̃̈̄͌͝͝R̶͕̼͈͚̆̾͗̾͛͆̇̈͘̚R̵͚̈̏R̴̡̨̧̛͕͕̻͈̤̣̾͂̄̔̅̃̀̈́̐̒̏̕͠͝͠͝R̸̡̛̳̯̤͚̄Ȓ̴̢̬̲̘̽̌̍R̸̡̨̛̹̖̩̒̿̋͗͌͋͋̾̈́́̈́̈́̀R̶̡̯͔̖̤̪̼̯͓̜̤̉̄̄̑̾̿̔͑̌̈̊̓̅̋͠͝Ŗ̸̞̦̘̮͚̗̥̠͓͈͉͚̆͑̎̿͛̈́̋̀̿́̿̚͝͝R̴̢̛̮͙͓̮̤͇̜̳̘͓̽̉͊̒̑̀̊́̕͝͝R̷̢̫̟̰͚͕̟̙̗̠͆̈́͋̿͑̀́͜ͅṘ̵̬̂̆̊̔́̐̏̈́́̑̉̑͐͒͗͆ͅŖ̷̡̛̬̦̖͈̻̩̜̻̰͕̞̏͌́͒̂̎̔̊͑̔͘͠R̵̯͓͉̥̜̄̋͐͛̈͑̓̓̌̃̚͘͜R̷̦̻͓͙̬̩̲̜̖͓̙͓̗̈́̊̍̎̀̓͆͐̂̀͋̆̎́̆̕͜͜͝ͅŘ̵͙͍͎̌͌̀̾̇̾̌̈́̋̽̇̔̕͠͝͝R̵̭̹̻̃͛̒̃̐̽͠͝R̶͎͖̖̳̩̭̥͇̟̪͋̍͊͌͐͝R̷̝̼͉̠̬̠̭̞̦̳̯̓̏͠R̴̙̖͈̘̟̟̈́̈́̄̏̍̽͂̈́̇̕͜Ŕ̴̭͕̻̹͓͉̠̱̰̻̥̗̰̥̥̳̾̔͂̾͋̂̔͐́̄̎̀̓̋͆͘R̷̡̭̍R̸̹̳̈́̌͐͆̚͝R̶̢͚̮͎̫̗̗̯̦̭̼̞̺̞̝̲̜͗̽͒̑̽͋̿Ŗ̴̨̡̥̤̺͔͇̮̣̳̹̙̜̬͙̈̂̿̃̒̋̾͊̓ͅȒ̷̰͓̙͎̘̮̺̭̍̅̉̄͊̓̿̎́̉̾͘͘̚͠R̷̡̡͙̻̺̭̠͈͚̦̲̠̝̙̫̙̎R̶̬̃́̈́̓̌̆̀̍͑͒̓͐͋̍͊̓͠R̸̞̠͕̝̱͚͉̪͉̳̱̝̥̼̙̰̀́̋̈́̄͝R̴̨̛̼̙͕̱̀̅̅̋̑Ṁ̸͕͙̠̖̫̭́͑̚M̸̬͖̰͇͎͍̹̞͍̪̤̭̬̹͙̓̃̄͛̏͜M̶̢͕̼̪͉̣͊̓̂̓͂͑̓̑̓̈́͆̔̈́̓͋M̶̦̟̜̫̤̱͔͖͙̬̱̦̣̻̓͊́̆̐̚͜Ṃ̴̬̜̝͂̾̀̂̒̈́̈̍͜M̵̳̲̘̖̥̯̩̪͕̐̄̊̈́̉̉͆͋͌͑̇͘͝M̷̝̗͖̌͋́͆́̽̐͛̄̉̌̓̇͋̃̿͘M̵̞͔̪̣̥͐͂̓̊̊̔̂̅͌͋̆̀M̶̱̭̯̲͓̣͔͉̦͐͛͐̔̾̉͛͐̉̔̌̐̽͒̌͘͝M̴̢̛̮̻̳̻̤̬̭͉̫̦̻̈́̾͗͌̒̅̌̀͂̾͐̅̀̕͝M̴̛̛̛͍̦͕͎̾̐͂́̈́̔͌̇̅̍M̶̹̟̙̬͔̮͕͚̱̞̫̭̐̓M̶̧̗̳̭̗̰̗̘̥̋̈́̍̓͐̓̍̄̿͗͒͜͜͝M̴̯̱̠̯̰͋̋̋͐̎̅̾̀̿͌̚̕̕̕͠͝͝M͗̂͑M̴̯̱̠̯̰͋̋̋͐̎̅̾̀̿͌̚̕̕̕͠͝͝M͗̂͑

when it takes a life.

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