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Jan 2016
Its meaningless,
So tired and alone.
What is death?
Just a new beginning.
Then life,
This life,
Arrogant am i ,
Just wishing upon the sunlight,
The warmth I feel,
When I'm close to you,
I feel your breath,
One over-lapping another.
I see your  face,
So kind as can be,
Isn't it all priceless,
So let the friction be,
This is what it's all about.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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