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Sep 7
He sat behind me,
In what was paradise.
In a French Cafe in PR.
I thought it was nice.

And then he did something.
I noticed about he.
The anger was boiling.
The things that might be

Another human being(s)
Wasted on earth.
However it happened
She/he were never heard.
NOTE - Just sayin......RIPurgatory at best.

Disclaimer, Opinion ONLY. I wasn't there.....at Rockingham..
Drab
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   Ben Noah Suresh
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