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Oct 2015
Let the water wash over my body, let the drops drench my hair. Let the cold torrents refresh my soul, for today I do not care. The early morning is turned dark and the cold water numbs my pain. So I say to the heavens wash over me and let it rain, let it rain.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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