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Apr 2018
I stepped over the line to flee from my communist teachers because
they were spooning greasy puke under the soccer stadium bleachers
with the trite insight of bright Christian-eon might to blight uptight,
****-right, light-**** appetites of scuzzy peach-fuzzy peach ******
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