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Jan 2018
here is the home i have made for you
from my mounds of
tired scribbles
and here is your new mattress
full of feathers
plucked from the wings of song birds
and here are the bills you'll never pay
because my fresh skin
will do the trick

and there was the love
i had for you
before guilt took it
away
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Ford Prefect  22/!
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   Imran Islam
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