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Dec 2016
He smiled weakly,
though it was sincere.
Sighed meekly,
burnt out; completely.
But still;
there is something
that made it
worthwhile to be here.
Gregory Paul Dancer
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Gregory Paul Dancer
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   Elaenor Aisling
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