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Jun 2017
Hidden in the night's embrace,
we seek innocence
but out pasts have left us none.

Beneath the skies so black,
we seek shelter
but life leaves us in an open field.

Under the shadows, we search
for one last meal,
but the soil was never fertile.
Anthony Smith
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Anthony Smith  26/M/Montana
(26/M/Montana)   
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