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Dec 2019
Spun up and down like trash in the wind
Inking skin, eyes constricted pinpricks
Fast tricks with low risk, another gram of the American dream coughed up
No luck, no safety net, organic meatgrinder ****** and wet
I guess this is what we get, for being so callous to the rest
sandbar
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