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Mar 27
you made her question
earth
knowing she was wrong
to be following your orders
at the bottom of the list you lied
when we join
when we are gone
without born
only long shots
at the horrid win
accepted at birth
grow unnaturally with us now
inviting challenges we gave up
to be used
in shells and words
traded nerves
feel?

what isn't to feel
the battlefield
a stretching molding shinning hill

de pair them feet son
they ain't no use hear
switch at my back
you get

and voice drops you on your head
in a test tube

one strategy
**** eachother and **** it out
find your way home
distance and peers
crawl to edge of that vantage point

i find my father there in the scope every night
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kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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