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Oct 2016
There it was

A plastic goddess

Voice box filled with concern
and seduction

''why so sad?''

''why so malicious?''

No purity here
no requiem for this show
Sparks fetch fire
patterns fetch fear
Disposition suggest insanity
can only shrug
So I'll equipped
for such an impulsive process
Moonsocket
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Moonsocket  26/M/Illinois
(26/M/Illinois)   
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