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Dec 2018
a mouth
of ****
begun to
compromise its
tire that
she felt
how naught
this nocturne
slept on
eves of
foundry she'd
wreak of
ire in
flux as
her scaffolding
had reproach
of baroness
Scott F Hemingway
Written by
Scott F Hemingway  Bloom
(Bloom)   
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   Mike Adam
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