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*A half eaten Hershey bar beside a full ashtray Nervous ticks with an eight ball of fury , so we digress again My breath , the gust of wind that instigated a typhoon in Saipan Rainwater at my door containing a tear from a child in Bangladesh A ray fighting its way through the clouds a half hour before sunset The cocksure tightrope performer working without a net , shooting at the stars with a hand pistol , thumb drawn back My forgiving nature and tolerance under it's nightly attack*
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
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*A half eaten Hershey bar beside a full ashtray Nervous ticks with an eight ball of fury , so we digress again My breath , the gust of wind that instigated a typhoon in Saipan Rainwater at my door containing a tear from a child in Bangladesh A ray fighting its way through the clouds a half hour before sunset The cocksure tightrope performer working without a net , shooting at the stars with a hand pistol , thumb drawn back My forgiving nature and tolerance under it's nightly attack*
randolph-l-wilson
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
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