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Apr 2016
Silence creeps in the mist of the night
Blood dripples from my cut wrists
A chill is felt upon my feet
The cold wet ground freezes me
Lost and forgotten for the night to keep
Gone and dead I haunt the streets
Rare but Relevant
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Rare but Relevant  Wytheville, Va
(Wytheville, Va)   
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