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Oct 2015
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                                                        ( dying )




In frail woods

We step across what were once

Raging Rivers

)(

The naked girl just lies there

Under the bleak pale sky



Is she

Dead

Or            Alive ?

( does it even       Matter ? )



He became a cab driver in New York City

::

He always drove the rich boys home

••

the desperation !

..

My god !

Blood is everywhere !
Written by
jeffrey robin
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