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Jan 2017
I would know
When her voice comes wailing through these bitter broken streets
The street lights are bleeding
Pleading forgiveness
May I never have another fear of the banshee
I may never
I only
When my lonely heart finds salvation in some bitter broken blue
Beating all the broken dreams to bed
I only go as far as my heart allows
And I dream it
When all questions go answered
Still I do
Even so much long and longer than my hopes gave up on you
Give no reservations
Give everything
And watch my fingers break
In some perilous forsaken dawn
The sun may always rise
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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     RK, The Ripper and Lora Lee
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