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Sep 2014
edge walkers
the night
is our day,
and gin
is our water,
loose morals
are our morals,
and love
is forbidden,

we had a path
that was
supposedly
good,

but why walk
a straight line,
when zig zags
sound better
Written by
cameran  F
(F)   
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