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Jan 2012
With an acid-cracked mind
and a fractured sense of time,
he giggled as he wriggled
trying to find the perfect line;
machine grip, nose stripped
as he scribbled from the hip
when another wave of flashbacks hit from behind.
Written by
SWB
572
   ---, Bernadette, Odi, --- and ---
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