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Jun 2014
Taken to a turbulent terrain against thine will.
Traverse the trails to lay tracks again and again, you already know the drill.
Teeming with troubled terrors you take time into your palms,
ticking traps let ankles tell the tale of turmoil and various qualms.
Together with a muffler top the tube with blockage and such,
those fumes tingle and tantalize a call leading way to crutch.
Eventually effort takes its toll and you lose sight of
the proposed goal.
Black
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