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saturday in sellwood
dawn arrives, stabs, attacks
this
estate is the old and the
poor and
the mad
some of us are
all 3, if
real life hasn't found
you yet, you might
want to
think about
watching your back
but some of us are
still here, yep, yes
some folks see life as a
competition, that trip
I suppose for them, it is
as for us, our days
are about not dying, and for
another day
living, living, living a bit
not dead, and not
forgetting that.
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