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Sep 2016
Once upon a time there was a Veteran spoke in paint lost his love threw the traces in his brain, memories of her flows threw the canvas stains as he ponders the weight of holding her my love sits beside me wanting the same flame as both of us go threw the fire it hanging on by a oxygen tank or by a wire we sit here like 2 drawings matched made.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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