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Sep 2015
sure
of nothing,
   I will go on
wringing oxygen
    from my
very last breath.

I think of
   surrendering,
at times
     but don't.

If I have
     tomorrow
and a cigarette,
     oh,
and a beer, left.
wordvango
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   ---, Sally A Bayan, Mike Essig, Innocent, --- and 3 others
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