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PRIMED a call for their heads illogical conclusion jagged and precise mirror of confusion a degree of highest price vanity spins webs mob insurrection pointed every direction russian roulette cocks* 7/17/2017 *position the hammer of a firearm for firing

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Date: 7/19/2017 1:13:00 PM
You just unzipped the covers of my mind to the unprecedented worship of your adorable lines with a powerful choice of words that can't just be ignored. Showers of your wisdom is well palpated in this page and the only thing I can say is a big WELL DONE! Can't wait to have more of your mental command flowing through my reading mind.
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 7/19/2017 2:49:00 PM
Thanks, Funom :)
Date: 7/18/2017 9:15:00 AM
A very pointed poem, Kim. Russian roulette is a self-inflicted game of death. Much like the morass unfolding daily in the seats of power. Keep the knowledge and truth flowing. Powerful poem of truth. Love always.
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 7/18/2017 11:55:00 AM
Thanks so much, Freddie!