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Oct 2016
One room for entry
sign says slow rides ahead
A savage concrete flood

White and bright with fluorescent illumination

A suit asks for thumbprints
ringing of communication
Waves linked
wires answered

Small plastic cup extended
meant for a child's play set
Inside a billion dollar industry

Swallow it cold for some reprieve
it settles hard and nauseating

Panic inside alien euphoria

Lines crossed for a new salvation
faces spill forward
A spiritual inquisition
free wills final folly
Magnified for judgement
at the cost of dime and soul
Moonsocket
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Moonsocket  26/M/Illinois
(26/M/Illinois)   
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