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Jul 2012
An addict in the attic

speaking in cryptic tongues

with mystic strums of my sadistic slumps

for i am the ******* son

born of the blood of the gun

the rage of the dumb

direct descendant of a sociopath ***

eternally stunned
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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