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Jul 2015
Two white shirts, starched
on the floor of a car, hatchback.

Blue beauty in the corner, wolfish grin
time for the assassin, new belief.

A resolute thing, his horns won't budge
flying from a limerick's mouth, cavernous.

Sunny youth departs in crocodile fears, a phase
Please don't, I swear the farewell will hold.
alwaystrying
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   GaryFairy
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