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May 2017
a young man
/ lost

and then a voice
/ do not tire of me

for I will bring many things to delight and
/ astound you

//

grown now
/ cynical with age

the promise fallen
/ flat like fresh
/ paper

all the while
/ a nearby smile steadily
/ moving closer
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
(27/M/Fremont, CA)   
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   Chris Obiora and Anderson M
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