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Jun 2018
my life
the otherside to the werewolves skin
and as time betrays me
into a roaring drunk
so does the clock become
the bible on which one wishes to prey on
and seconds drain with peculiar concentration towards an enemy that sees no death but claims victims like a lottery
and as the man becomes weary
the tears become cemetarys
so does the noose tighten around the mayors neck
Jordan Gablehouse
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Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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