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Sep 2021
Red roads rip ruthlessly
running rich regal peace.
Rapid reduction of thought,
Relentless loss of identity.
Frustration blinds the path
Relentless sun.
Runs red. Rage
The theme was red, can you tell?
Richard Graydon
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Richard Graydon
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     Traveler and Imran Islam
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