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inject reject junk fiend you my friend right?
March 25 2003 at 2:27 AM
blotter prose
this night no more
not me
dead
done
not this time
torched the corpse
droped into the waters still with life
currents have it now
down round
under the docks
Artificial substance streams in through tides from street top mechanic canopy shine
wake
rain ripples the waves above
below it ends
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