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Mar 2016
A treat,
    sort of like Treet,
    goes down;
with force:
no sunlight,
just
                 gray
            grey;
whichever suits the eyes.
              Ghrelin,
  feed me,
          mentation;
        salutations.
The Ripper
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The Ripper  B'tween pen & paper
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