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Jan 2017
Feeling the thrum of ignorance and bliss warm my veins
and the cadence of rebellious refrain guide my steps
I can't imagine feeling any worse or better than I do right now.
Drunk poetry, lol, so probably not good, or even poetry. Whatevs.
CastorPolydeuces
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CastorPolydeuces  Montana
(Montana)   
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   Michael L and Graff1980
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