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Mar 2015
What is this place

without a trace

of life below the moon?

How many years

have I been here

Thinking it was noon?

There is no more

longing for

the life that was the sun.

as through the dark

I see a spark

of better things to come!
Chris Schleier Jr
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Chris Schleier Jr  30/M/Charlotte, NC
(30/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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