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Jan 2019
We found the back entrance
To the elusive known-by-all discothèque
Its entrance swarmed by the two bodies
Driving for the ******* who didn’t believe

“Welcome back,” said the hardened voice
His breath drawn beyond tobacco
The rain of bullets, metal and lifeless
We have never been here before

Hell is still just 14 miles away—
yvan sanchez
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yvan sanchez  20/sleeping
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   Kristo Frost
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