tired of surgery
you where
what you not
till LA diplomacy
became my habit
toxic offender
Britain's detainee
fleeing grey's
a runt in sign
ab stains in Russian
stoic without the light
nightmare i warred app
next bus to nowhere
findings inside papers i hide
can't re-cut the record
the cloths plain spent
too much filthy Irish ink to blink
i am a journalist
i am caring
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