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of war, and what it consumes and what dispenses Why should I care I was born then left? Nor I never paid the price of ransom to free from the Feds or the Narcs, or both
The edge of my Grandfather’s machete-as I think of it now and as plentiful severed the chaff from the veins of sugar Clicks weren’t Fatal and games could be played. while I sucked from its fibers his knowledge
we previewed that darkness and we entered and once crossed then kept crossing then vanished