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Dec 2014
too far gone, his mind filled with a fungus that contorted poetic verses to bold lines and symphonies of sobs, he realized his mind could never be composted: used, created into something better. he realized that it would decompose to a frail carcass of what he used to be and the vultures of society could pick out all of the bones of what he'd hoped to become.
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joe birmingham  rhode island
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