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May 2015
Good morning undealt hand,
Unspilt sand varies thy time between distant minds!!

Another lonesome life today I preserve?
Nothing to be heard,
All things are so unsure when thine dead burieth thy own dead!!!

Is that thou?
Or thine past prisoner's number??
brandon nagley
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brandon nagley  Ohio,USA..
(Ohio,USA..)   
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