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Nov 2016
A trail of gasoline with no apparent purpose

Light it up and watch its course

Irresponsible in every sense of the word I know

I am only human

Sometimes this morbid curiosity can overwhelm

Now praying too no particular god

That my haste end with no serious damage

In the distance a sun rises early

stirred awake by a man made ignition

How could I have know?
Moonsocket
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Moonsocket  26/M/Illinois
(26/M/Illinois)   
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