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Jul 2015
cramp in a damp cavern
it's a lamp, not a lantern
not sure if a *** serve cold
is going to hold the old souls
so we can ask the man
with a *** or kettle or pan
on both hands and a bandana
fastened loosely like a noose
he writes in loose leaf
and speaks truthfully
that every fallen sapling
leaves a loose leaf
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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