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I Saw The End From The Start
veiled her blue calculating eyes
perplexing glances in the gloom
doubts pierced my needy soul
doomed before I left the room
sultry night in old San Francisco
anxious moon smearing the bed
mood like some jack in the box
doubt running amok in my head
woke to discover a basilisk stare
examining my rank imperfection
my body was never the greatest
where is the...
Wednesday 30th December 2020 10:34 am
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