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Nov 2015
Somewhere, the darkness takes shape,
a form of hate and bloodstained eyes,
the curtain falls on what you create,
and life feels like it's out of place,
with nothing but surperficial time.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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