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Dec 2020
So many want to be victims
Especially the victimizers

In the end all walls fall
Then who are the risers?

Peace last night; Peace this morning
Truly I give thanks

My roommate killed a man once
Went to prison for robbing banks

I'm going back to sleep
America the Obscene

But that cannot be healed
By any new vaccine

Yes, I hide away
Yes, I like the snow

If she called tomorrow night
Surely I would go

But that is unwanted wish.
Will she call? No no.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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