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Dec 2020
Did you not see me before?
I hid my eyes so you wouldn't feel.
From tomorrow, higher as the curtain falls. In sequence as we now keel over.
Applause for those who earned it, the Mexican's do not wave. Maybe next time.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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