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Aug 2020
This. The button. The parent of all ills.
Connected and fed by rampant mouths.
Or by holes made by war.

This motion made perfect in
a court of infants on ruins
subjects

paper star and starlet
no time in a blaze
for the movie of your minute
Looking at notes and scratchy verses from years back.
Mike Arms
Written by
Mike Arms  Detroit
(Detroit)   
140
       ---, Weeping willow and Johnny Scarlotti
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