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Dec 2012
rubber
when tomorrow dont come
when my knuckles are sore
and my foot is pressed to the floor
I''m gone
I'm out
you here the sound
and smell the rubber
Jay Jimenez
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Jay Jimenez  33/M/Floating in space
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