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Aug 2013
I called it depravity when she
scratched all the marks off
the measuring tape, while leaving
the condition of my brain
being in reverse and my heart
without a motor, unnamed.
I thought I could deal with torture
until she caught my words in a
porcelain box far to small.  
It's similar how they put the word of God
in a fabricated leather bound.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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