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Apr 2016
once bitten twice shy,
and now i hold no illusions why
the planet comes to love
as much as is taken by;
and the dawn surmises
but burns and rots,
and the tree begets
unthinking thoughtβ€”
yet here i stand,
again that ***
that called the kettle
****, I'm a hypocrite.
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   ---, ---, Sisilia, NV, SPT and 1 other
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