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Mar 2016
My ****** up latitude
"Please remove all chains and filters
While I chain smoke parliaments
You know
The cigarettes with recessed .....
I forgot the rest"

And I forgot to rest
When I have a chance
Because I seldom ever have a choice
Not in this matter
That doesn't matter
And has no chance or choice to change

My ****** up latitude
Allows me to say whatever
When
And I destroy a day
And then go my merry way
Singing songs

Some people call it freedom
I call it my disease
I want too much
To ever need
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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