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I-Day Blind Boy
Explosive jammed in a bottle.
Not a reprimand, but a question and a caution.
I left it.  It hung there in the faces unsure, but continuing to toy with the fuse, a little hesitant,
An echo of doubt, shadow the ghost of Superego.
 
 
 
          
      
 
  
 
 
 
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