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Self loathing in Tuson, Arizona
Standing on a real balance
Level to a care extreme
Losing heart to a proper pave
polished hardship
Rambling on Yesterdays lean taste
Viled to a clime at its seem
left unwritten down for generation Ve
arrange of perfect spices
shadows of a timeless disaster
Taped to a perfect grain
Folded piece and bring back body,
Emerse your tears out of joy
Neatly in thinn...
Saturday 27th October 2018 12:52 pm
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