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Jul 2015
Drunkard
Beat the walls to fill his cup.
A crumbling mass of gypsum clumps.
Drank it up then sighed at the beauty outside.
The hole he had made was to thank for the view.
7, 8, 11, 11.
JDK
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JDK  36/M/Japan
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