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Oct 2019
Test tube babies rule the ground floor.
With ignorant cunning and dull teeth,
Competing for a mound of copper

And abundant are the overmedicated blank stares of the overly neglected heathens,and the rise of the mentored kiss *** who with blind ambition chip away at the world.
Ill sit back and wait for my burning at the stake
Written by
neverknowsbest  39/M/Conn.
(39/M/Conn.)   
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   Gideon
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