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Nov 2012
A knobby kneed, crooked back, gimp mimic asked me for a smoke today
With turmoil of disgust, yet somewhere inside my freight-less morals and empathy filled heart, I felt sad for this creature
She discussed her where a bouts of why she was to travel to the next bus terminal
She discussed such events that lead her to use crack ******* explaining so tediously
how this man and that man were her men charging 30 bucks a ******* of their *****
Along with the fusing bubbles spewing from each corner of her split lip and infection bound mouth,
I gathered my thoughts, where as she ***** money..
mEb
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mEb  Illinois
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   mark john junor
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