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Among the many faces Calls out from the blank space A sound of interjection A bullet from a gun Spreading outward unaffected Running rampant in total red. Too fast to dodge or slow Hold on quick or take the blow.
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Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 4:48 PM UTC
"Conforming; Anxiety"
Among the many faces Calls out from the blank space A sound of interjection A bullet from a gun Spreading outward unaffected Running rampant in total red. Too fast to dodge or slow Hold on quick or take the blow.
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bb-nothing
American
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 4:48 PM UTC
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