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Sep 2018
Sitting and waiting for words to come.
Impatience my Gatekeeper
Nothing leaves, nothing comes through.
Gaurded so well,
the kingdom withers within.
Words reject force.
Truth has no manipulator, its master is none.
It darts and evades,
like the most precious of prey.
As the predator starves for its ****.
truth death words
TheSaneSaloon
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TheSaneSaloon  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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