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Nov 2012
nothingmore;
the wind does not howl.
the sun does not shine.
Concrete paste thickens,
and into thought we dive.
persecution of the divided ,
well managed,
we lie.
Moe
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Moe
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   Amanda Roux, C, Simon G Tehle, Lucky Queue, Anon C and 1 other
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