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Mar 2014
Hands feel like shotguns, locked and loaded.
Smoke feels like oxygen, clean and crisp.
Mind set on chaos and destruction.
Let it burn.
Let it burn!
Sam Barger
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Sam Barger  Missouri.
(Missouri.)   
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