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Mar 2015
Dry and weary is the sun

without it’s jovial color, but a bright void.

It’s all poor tricks, thick masks that shield the

pain and sorrow of being so

beautiful but

alone.
Connor
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Connor  27/M/Montreal
(27/M/Montreal)   
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