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Middleman (Free verse) by INTRANSIT
I want her. She with her dirty feet that tell stories of america and vast uninhabited fields of sage, and hips ever greening And they roll and undulate to the whispered breeze under blue skies I cannot allow this this potential this disaster in triplicate I already have dirty feet I'm already trampling these fields with my own.

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