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Oct 2017
I have too few arms for extra hands that I got danglin' off big cliffs,
that betray the anxiety of pulling ends that block holes in hard stiffs
I got too few muscular arms for injured hands that dangle off cliffs,
5 putrefying, worm-eaten, long-past-rigid rigor mortis, lifeless stiffs
๐‘บ๐’–๐’›๐’š ๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’Œ๐’š
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๐‘บ๐’–๐’›๐’š ๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’Œ๐’š  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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