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Jul 2015
I could hear someone looking for me
Certainly not being discrete
It was the sound of footsteps
On the reflective streets
Here
The moonlight and I
It's how it was—
What the poison does
Sam Stone Grenier
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Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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