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Jan 2017
It was a wild night,
I left the cocoon
and peeped the moon
and it's soaked con

In the seas of unknown
in your utter flutter
just another matter
on a confusion platter

I walked this road before
where fears eats the brain
and line fillers are a grain
of a down graded train
The aspect of fear and analysis can be the very downfall.
SassyJ
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SassyJ  38/F/Australia
(38/F/Australia)   
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