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Sep 2016
You are no more abnormal than the woman in a shoe
A dull cold blade sits at the base of my spine
who goes on washing the clothes and beating the children
while my unlit corridors buzz to neon life like a scream in outer space.
                                    
None of it matters anyway.....
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v V v  M/New Mexico, USA
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       Ian Lewis Copestick, ---, Q, ---, victoria and 4 others
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