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Jan 17
The tyrannical wrath,
floats on the surface,
gasoline on the water.
The judging emotions,
a flurry whipped up,
big and heavy,
as they hit me in the face.
Cry the pain out.
Everything I touch,
turns to lead.
Poisonous dead weight.
Archer
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Archer  38/M/Near Toronto
(38/M/Near Toronto)   
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       Hakikur Rahman, M-E, Don, Eshwara Prasad and Imran Islam
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