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Singular

The voices run in circles
trampling my concentration
Screaming sadistic slogans
overrunning imagination
Stretching out their necks
chewing at my sanity
Breaking all the dams
ruining my internal society
Ripping off my toenails
threatening xenophobic lies
Glazing over my tired face
voyeuristic paradigms