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Feb 2011
ariel,  pan....(whomever)

when we love we inherit
all worth having

.........

halos of light
in dark alleys

we shall meet
there

........

*** behind the dempsey dumpster

(it is the best place)

this i know well

..........

there are no prostitutes

only poor black girls

(some have white skin)

..........

if you are not sick
of this world

you are truly sick

(this we all
know well)

so well
Written by
jeffrey robin
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