A bit of found poetry, I'll include the image of it as well as the text.
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Genius, or useless?-- drugs for which
She wished upon a star, with an expiration date.
That sweet little thing, terror on canvas
May not be the ultimate punishment--
Restorer of faith isn't always honor bound.
Home is where
The atomic meltdown
Slips through. What has been the fallout?
A war over life
This is not your fight.
She falls softly down from towering pedastools...