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Apr 2016
Pop *****.
Pop smells bad.
Pop stinks actually.
Stinks like
dead.

His stinge is loud,
his thumping smell
reverberating,
turning neighbours' life
into death.

And no one in town
is concerned.

Pop is dead,
Rest In ****,
**** you came from,
**** you believed.
Peter Balkus
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Peter Balkus  39/M/United Kingdom
(39/M/United Kingdom)   
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