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3d
the jig was up
and luck was down
when I found a simple soldier
crawling for his life
on a driveway leased to the boy who loved me
flailing in the dark and the smog
just before summer sunk its teeth into us both

what could I do but save him?
in spite of myself
instead
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triggerword  24/F
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