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Apr 2013
Night's young. Sip on the pabst.
Smear the make up on your eyes.
Sickles mimic the cynical guest who won't roll the dice.
Sections of their throats, swollen from choking on opinion.

Go unwind,....
Jack Savage
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Jack Savage  26/Wolf Bay
(26/Wolf Bay)   
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