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Jun 2016
Bloodshot eyes, and syringes sticking out of my arms
it's 3 A.M, I'm drooling, the Television, full of static
rotten tuna by my bedside, paralyzed,
my mind thinks a million thoughts.....
The Revolutionist
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The Revolutionist  Chicago, Illinois
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