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May 2014
My rush is a broken bottle on the freeway I can't
remember when I have people who I cannot ****
I conjure highways and canyon walks

Extinct species invade your bedroom and
**** your expensive pillows gently like
an extinct Artist

The way you decide to move is way too
loud for my broken security system and you
will be questioned

This is like the Daily news, read and
Discard.
Mike Arms
Written by
Mike Arms  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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     Terry Collett, --- and Mike Arms
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