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Sep 2018
Forty
Honor the sword,
one cut separates
all.

The wind chill is
frozen blue like
paint.

Red is the blood
pulsing as I wait.
Al
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Al  M/UK
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     Fawn, Zizaloom, ---, JL Smith, Khoisan and 1 other
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