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May 2015
I hear gunshots and siren, envisioning the fear of a city of sidewalk, of a city too far passed the break, drowning. Its a subtle reminder of duality so constantly ******. This is all i can say without schism of mind, listlessly flowing. Do i ignore realities or stand up against. Ill just get ****** i suppose...
Ian Brian Summers
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