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Dec 2016
His face brings a volcano
Erupting from my mouth.
How I wish he would get his time
To suffer.
How can a person be in bliss
When they tear down others?
And with such ease,
He succeeds.
Even after it was me
Who ****** his.
Spitting seeds into the ground
To grow into hatred and anger.
Fruits I can do without.
Evan L
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Evan L  28/M/Orlando
(28/M/Orlando)   
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   Mishael Ward
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