Collateral Damage Report

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Let us skip, you and I,

through certain half-smelted streets;

where time and conscience dissolve like watches,

and glass shadows catch the first sun's rays

fully on their mistaken faces.All Rights Reserved

collateral damage michael poem pollick prufrock report scribd smashwords war world

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Collateral Damage Report
Fri, Aug 3, 2012

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Collateral Damage Report
Fri, Aug 3, 2012

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