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Aug 2010
inside
me
there's this ill will
contempt
******
surging feeling
for everyone
i pass on the street
                   brushing my shoulders
i cant help but wish
this whole city
would
blow-the-****-up
and there'd be nothing
left
but little
Dandelions
to tickle my scars
RIGAAL
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   Mary Ann Osgood and Pen Lux
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