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Sep 2020
I've written straight with crooked lines
Told truth true with white lined lies
Quenched the fire with months of dust
Healed your wounds with salves of ****
There's nothing here that's as it seems
The river will slow farther upstream
The first line is from a Portuguese saying. I rifted from there.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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