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WE ARE ANIMAL

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Author: Norberto Franco Cisneros

Norberto Franco CisnerosJune 20, 2018

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WE ARE ANIMAL

written by: Norberto Franco Cisneros

We are animal we are human
We kill
Until all creatures are gone

We are powerful we subjugate we create
we are
X –stink -shun

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Norberto Franco Cisneros

His poetry has been published by the following: Indiana University Journal; Sound of Poetry; Avocet Review (Avocet Press); Snow Jewel (Grey Sparrow Press); Black Petals E-zine; Ilumen (Mouthfeel Press/Sam's Dot Publishing); Tuck Magazine and many others, including a genealogical webzine, and Ruh Aatish; and Poetry Soup in which he was also a featured poet.

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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