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May 2016
Hell is like a pit
A bottomless pit
No where to hit bottom
Losing all senses
Going under
Going down
Feel the air
As you fall from  grace
And your eyeballs pop from  your sockets
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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