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Jan 2016
Like statues and lamps are alone when they stand,
alone here I am with no love and no friend,
so despite how far and wide I extend my hand,
still the voice echoes I am ******,
until eternity makes her final dance,
to take me to the realm of old men
Frantz Saintil
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Frantz Saintil  Gainesville
(Gainesville)   
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