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It’s the dead of night. You find yourself huddling with the motley few on the rooftop of a rundown building in a ruined city. You strain to absorb the tinny sounds emanating from a hand-held electronic device.
From across the void, The Poet K unpacks his narrative.
“They listened, they reflected, they learned.
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