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Feb 2013
No drips can sustain
An aching wake, unbearable pain
Under, above and inside
This won't stop, I can't hide
Human nature is never ******* natural
So I grab what I can fit in to my satchel
Run
Run from what I thought was new
An idea in the end misconstrewed
But what becomes of this so called revolution
Just another fascist
With the same solution
christopher victor coia
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christopher victor coia  los angeles
(los angeles)   
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