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Feb 2018
Quite.

The mischievous talents of the voice
It’s delicate bombs ripping through
Each footstep to the cool desert air
Where before the sunrise I break from
My two slops of oatmeal to have a cigarette
Martin Narrod
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Martin Narrod  38/M/CA
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