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Jun 2016
It has come to my attention
Due to my hand
That life is awkward as it stands
Why do I flirt with the flames
That has burned me over again
Time after time
By my distorted eyes
I plague the barrier in my heart
I look forward to the frying pan
Get burnt like only I can understand
Come to to a place only dreams swelter
This by far is the end of my nightmare
Over seeing what can be passed down
It hurts to think I infest the rights
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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   Dana Colgan
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