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Jul 2018
Swerving in, I re-enter
A roundabout conversation
Driving mindless words
You make me flushed
It gives me a rush
As all of our cars
Scramble out of our garages
Directionless.
kk
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kk  19/F
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     Bogdan Dragos, mjad, --- and Fawn
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