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Apr 2016
Half-***, half-wit, half-empty, half-over, half-life.
I always come in halves,
holes

cigarette, puff-puff-pass to the wind in solitary solicitation on the balcony,
half-*** smile.
I should like to never rise again.

I think I sleep to die.
sheep decline
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     Jay, ---, mikecccc and Jules
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