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Dec 2020
Far right, far left.
Same rancid breath.
Two heads, same beast.
Sharp claws, palms greased.

We have the numbers.
They have the guns.
Let's meet at the center.
Let's have some fun.
Quickwrite after listening to "Fake Affront" by Puscifer
Tyler Matthew
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Tyler Matthew  27/M/U.S.
(27/M/U.S.)   
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