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Jan 2016
If only my words could pierce and
descend opon the lovely ones,
the humans with caramel eyes
and voices that cradle the soul.
ones who can sail through the surging
ocean that is my mind.
ones that slaughter demons,
and waltz with angels.
Dylan Whisman
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Dylan Whisman  20/M/Southern California
(20/M/Southern California)   
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