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Mar 2018
Eyes create &
Contemplate
Disguise for
A criminal's
Blood demise
Is snowflakes
And crystal ****
Sadness bereft of
Scratching wallpaper
Craving death
Crime for pay
Under street lights glow
No one helps
Cause no one knows
**** the quatrain
**** your structure
She says count your syllables
I say ******* and **** her
This is my art
Designed by a drop out
And Enjoyed by fools
By a lonely drifter
Who made his own rules
And where did that get me?
about as low as I can go
With a hood and a knife
Under lonely street lights glow
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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