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Aug 2014
You can't scare me away with your paradox talk against wolf's law or the dogma
I've been through worse (it's a chain, it's a curse)
Regardless of number or name or position
Here I am again alone with him in my mind and periphery
Burning up with that fever but I'll escape it somehow
After all his face his arms his voice is the only memory I'll allow

-cj
smallhands
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