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Sep 2019
The lamp in the washroom still out. Holes and wasps. I've seen owls at dusk and an eagle looked me in the eye. Got four hundred dollars wired to me wasted on motel six, smokes and rats. Stunk in interviews and talked about. Denied wants and tough taken orders.  The lonely of the road.

(He grabbed her ******* the forearm and hid her insulin. Pushed her out of the bed and onto the sofa. Made bruises. Called her a ***** and a ****.)
Written by
J Walton  F/Close to the toe, LA
(F/Close to the toe, LA)   
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