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Dec 2015
You want that Yal Mm
slow roll from static
too much motion, swirling
rays of photon, impasse
Golden grills pledging
allegiance to no frill
in the thrill of contagion
the air's residue reminds
You hustle or you die
Written by
Keifus
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