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Mar 30
what you not
till LA diplomacy
became my habit
toxic offender
Britain's  detainee
fleeing grey's
a runt in sign
ab stains in Russian
stoic without the light
nightmare i warred app
next bus to nowhere
findings inside papers i hide
can't re-cut the record
the cloths plain spent
too much filthy Irish ink to blink
tired of surgery
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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