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Mar 2017
Sits there weeping swept eyes
Rose red ire and sin
Stark nightcrawler within

Button push, does, don't
White lights flood both
Swept eyes, love notes

You've got a problem...

No news, no use
Arm's already at it
Echoes in the attic

Stirs smoke, can't choke
Won't know till she's home
But she's not coming back
Jack Savage
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Jack Savage  26/Wolf Bay
(26/Wolf Bay)   
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