8 verse (unnamed) senryu renku

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humans who sex who eat who procreate spring comes
slaves of the earth, humans try to find meaning 

celebration of Emancipation was Lincoln really a hero
sunbelt all of our sacred stories are kinds of myths

smoker’s compromised lungs disintegration of the sea coast
Tuberculosis Day: im a man im not a man 

tax exemption how many families have starved to death
miner’s village quietly the day collapses on itself

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