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The Battlehissing and howling and whispering fury sneaking ever further into sands domain ..
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three or four times a year
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Thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum,thoughtless, weightless, drifting, rubber eating tarmac, pound, pound, pound, faces flash by, sinister, reptilian, s..
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Disengagelinear thoughtfor abstractbouncing nonsenseinhaling jack-likebonesand Basho smilesthe unpoetryof nownessgoing downin smokea stonednessa still..
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The bong of contentionspeaks to mein smoke, inhaleddeep insideswirling in sunlightenveloping my mind,the music sings sweeter, louder,colou..
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poetry saved mecorrupted mespanked melike asupplicant whoretaught meabused meamused melet mewrite ...whatever the f**k I likeand did not care ...
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the inspiring and fascinating true story of the Church of God,
genuine advert on my site
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Ask Thor
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Uncle Albert has spoken
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lying in the gutter looking at the starsas a homeless bloke pisses his life awayon me, ..
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