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Dec 2019
You may free yourself from self-righteousness
and even escape the conical wasteland
of numerous embittered moments
but you will neverΒ evade the sense that
all the while someone is plotting their next move.
Written by
Henry Bladon
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   Fawn, Max Neumann and ---
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