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Dec 2012
The train compartment is not unlike a denist's waiting room,
some people you instinctively warm to, like a winning  smile
others you want to yank
like some milk tooth attached to theΒ Β door.
but what do I know?
aggression and fatigue
same bed fellows
from the side panel
of subterfuge.
topaz oreilly
Written by
topaz oreilly  england
(england)   
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   Timothy
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