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Oct 2018
it's awful foggy this morning,
on the lawn and in my mind.
out for a quick smoke before dawn,
right on time for the daily grind.
my head is filled with bleary dread,
all i wants to be sleeping instead.
leporidae the silent
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leporidae the silent  25/Genderqueer/Seventh Circle
(25/Genderqueer/Seventh Circle)   
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     Khoisan, nivek and Ann
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