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Nov 2016
just sold, from the lower shelf  
this ridge, a bar no one goes,
no one knows, or your name
   whisky amber, what her folks -wagon-
tied a star to,
came with new hook-ups.
feel the change
Written by
Dark Fjord
480
   naeuta
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