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Dec 2015
There's nothing more I want than flesh on these brittle bones,
Substance to fill these empty spaces.
Life to fill these barren rooms.
There's nothing more I want than the sleep of death,
To fill these empty tombs.
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Words and Weapons  New Jersey
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   mickey finn
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