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4d
to be the brilliant, too much
front page people can't read?
sell in sell out, the passing of, often
loves losing hands, hands clasped
the shut of time
against the give
you are going
into a place foreign
and i will not know
of finding together with eye's in the night

frank is one frank
what's priceless
illiterate joy
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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