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Jul 2016
The holes in my hands will forever bleed
And it's fruit smeared
All will be decay
Where my icy fingers touch
Where blacken heart reflects
All will be decay
Decay destruction
Darrel Weeks
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Darrel Weeks  48/M/Derbyshire
(48/M/Derbyshire)   
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