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In Event of Emergency.

Wrapped in homegrown lies,
planted and blossoming
from such rich, native soil,

born between those cultural sheets.

Blanket? Familial
hand-me-downs,
so preached.

To the quire, no less, masses
saturated with gasoline,
adrenaline-shot to the chest. 

If I take care
of (your, their) panic,
can you tend to the rest?

Look at me.
Listen to me.

You can do this.

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