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Mar 2012
Life blurs before your ****** eyes
Just as they slam shut
A wind pushes you across the line
You hear a whisper hit your drum
You feel your heart beat in your chest
In your warm crimson bath you wait
It makes me want to cry when you think you know what's best
When you've never been the hunter, but the hunter's bait
John
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John  28/M/New York
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