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Aug 2013
noon day sun, what a time to run

sea of green, In my silly dream

clouds slip in and out of place with the stars

the sunset sets dark in the light of the cars

fringe latin hint at something speaking softly with some hardness

corrupting a tritium I'm in-barest to start with

"patient 0 says what?"

no thanks...
John B
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John B  28/M/Within The Omniverse
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