Jay Bailey
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the storm had eyesA Poem by Jay Bailey |
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foolsA Story by Jay Baileystream of consciousness |
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we the brokenA Story by Jay Baileyisolated madness, again |
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plateuA Poem by Jay Baileyaging in misery |
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good sleep will never comeA Poem by Jay Baileypeople are too insane to get close to |
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behind closed doorsA Poem by Jay Baileymadness |
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trustA Poem by Jay Baileywe're doomed |
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ever slowlyA Poem by Jay Bailey |
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too many humansA Poem by Jay Baileydont trust humans |
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the morning airA Poem by Jay Baileyi ride a bike to work |
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