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Jan 2016
Today I do not play the game of hope
Heart torn out
The desert sands have burnt my hand
I know this is just one more transition
But from my dark position
It feels as if this grief
Will never pass
That only sorrow lasts
And all I ask
Is for a warm blanket
And time to sleep myself
Straight into oblivion
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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