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Dec 2014
Windshields hide Him from me.
The touch of man; the sin is mine.
The accident left me buried at fifteen.
Death came from me then.
Again.
I thought death could not reach me
through these ***** windshields.
IT can though, the death that lives.
Pleased to Meet You
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Pleased to Meet You  California
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     Bloom, EJ Aghassi, Arcassin B, ---, Daisy May and 2 others
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