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Oct 2015
My caretaker mumbled, "I'll make sure you have bliss".
And for God sake why?
When I'm leaving a ****!
Muttering back to her, "no one else cares".
Followed by that vacant stare.
As her hand reached out.
To touch my heart.
I felt the only thing to do.
Was answer with a ****.
john p green
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john p green  florida
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