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May 2016
Where he erred
Was he could not stop.
Creation was like the
final throbbing vestiges of an ******
in his ego.
He came life
and birthed madness
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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