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Nov 2013
you bought it all,
even the taxes.

why would you think
you could rest?

no reason to soften the blows now.
you're locked in. set to love your fate.

a cacophony, and I had to look it up, in your head.

you needn't tidy the swamp. the visitations are waning.
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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