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Hair Peace
here are a hundred thousand hairs
offered as a humble handout
honoring your dead heirs
I stand before you,
humiliated by the hostilities
hatched by our headquarters
to hoard the hootch hidden
in hollows beneath your holy land,
the nursery of humanity
I hand my hairs over
in hope of redemption
Katie Graunke Stone
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