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Oct 2016
I got no strings

to keep me here

though born of earth

of mother brown and father white

bored I listen to music:

"you're so natural - you're so free" "I'm seeing red'

"thats when I reach for my revolver"

it happened in Southampton
("say you don't want it").



Later,

holed up in

brick and stucco prisons that last

a lifetime

there wasn't much to do
when there was time to do it
jiminy-littly
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jiminy-littly  M/NYC
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