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Feb 2021
When is a kidnapping not a kidnapping?
You must think I'm a clown.
The answer is all over your face,
it's when you don't want to be found.

Your life is a mobile circus,
time to cut bait.
If you don't do it soon,
you'll catch a bullet in the breastplate.

Drop off the face of the earth,
now all worries are left behind.
You would do anything
to get out of this deadly grind.
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
(16/F/im lost)   
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       noor, ---, Thomas W Case, R L, abby and 2 others
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