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Sep 2017
WET
Seemingly happy and content, predictably raspy and spent
Run circles around raps, legs snapped behind my back in splints
Incoming; false facts flood in from the pen
Jack over gin and I’m at it again
Twin of troublesome Huck Finn, let the wax spin
Double shot of ***, some luck, and I’ll begin
Complicate the weak, like grease on the lens
It’s clear like mud, crud crease in the depends
Mike Hulstrom
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Mike Hulstrom  20/M/USA
(20/M/USA)   
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   Madeon
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