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Jul 2016
I dipped in, swung through by open door
Your scent is of the wrath, your wounds are full of sore
Blast me
Bleach me
Who said it would be easy
Blisters pop as lessons from the tyrant sun
I cannot be told that it cannot be done
NiTSUDD
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NiTSUDD  Cumberland
(Cumberland)   
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