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Apr 2016
Step up to the plate,
let the ***** fly past
and just keep swinging
until the dust turns to ash.

Burn it all, burn the light,
sacrifice your sight,
and replace it with
warm summer nights.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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