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Aug 2019
Brain exploding, like popcorn, hearing you sing
Hot oil, blisters in patches, snatches of conversation
One nation, under fraud, sideways schemes means lives taken
Love shaken down to dust and nothing
There is something, hovering on the edge of imaginary periphery
A sip to see if it's poison
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
(33/M/x)   
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   Rogues Gallery
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