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Feb 2017
I am afraid to sleep tonight
While the hands hold to my mind
While the cold embraces me
While he waits to haunt my dreams
And every eye that burns my body
is Wide Open
Staring
Waiting
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
(23/FTM/NC)   
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   Ignatius Hosiana
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