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Sep 2015
The want, the urge, the need, desire! Like burning coals under blazing fire. Impassioned flames evoke; inspire, anthems betwixt emphatic choirs. Yet once was loved now holds such ire, for now I tread upon thinning wire, with none to help in times so dire, turned sinister, bitter, a cunning liar.

Of petty games I've now grown tired, and all the while my soul grew drier, now sapped of life, I'll get no higher, submitting to anguish like slave to sire.

Leaping now into a bloodstained mire, seeking solace, my new desire, but what I'll find is so cold my friend, for all I'll find is the bitter end.

Edit: 10/01/2018
Mark Edwards Jr
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Mark Edwards Jr  30/M/Oregon
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