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Mar 2015
The night played tricks on me
My neck hair standing up, shivering
The warm air touches my face
I turn and look around at this p!ace
It's as though I've been here before
But I can't remember no more
It's as though something grips me
And I want to run away quickly
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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