enemy patrolA Poem by BenSometimes they appear enshrined in wholly normal attire dressed up just enough to blend in here in the sense it makes, a strict clerk refused the transaction running along side like a vicarious living boxer's manager popping up in clouds, endlessly like the deepest welled plastic blow bubble machine the world shot a t-shirt cannon shirt at me, and in the excitement of just catching one I was too easy to wear that and that
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Added on November 11, 2015 Last Updated on November 11, 2015 |

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