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Oct 2014
grey streets, unguarded,
'midst mobile home rejects
addicts, overgrown yards,
pit bulls snarling,
broken souls and windows
all ready
to take a bite outta'
your ***.

Wary of every step,
take care to take the right turns,
look strong as you shake
inside.
Wish you had a 45
in your pocket,
instead you cup
your shriveling *****
in your hand.
walk with me to our connection.
Walk home alone.
wordvango
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wordvango
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