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Jul 2015
I won't know if you fall.
I wouldn't know if you struggled.
Still would not know if you've tried.
I've heard of your gasoline sippings.
& your fertility fading.
Hearing more of your legs.
Your twisted nose.
Evident now that it's grown.
Tragedy
Robert Carroll Spear
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