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Jun 4
I exploded into my life
born in fierce storms
of light and thunder
faceless light aliens
clean me and fit my
blue straight jacket
hand me to the stranger
they call her mother
who comforts me forever,
if snake eyes roll never.
nothing seems to matter
her spoiled breast milk
nothing worth a splatter.
Conflicted addicted real
world **** we live in curse
offer ******* to buy a shot
and beer and call it commerce.
Stay drunk and no worse to feel.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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