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Nov 2012
Fiending for a reason I've seen,
Shrouded by a pharmaceutical haze,
I pick up the phone,
hear the message,
what did you say I forget,
nabbed and cuffed,
thrown in their net.
Written by
Nicholas Mitchell Truslow  United States
(United States)   
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