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Jun 2017
My heart is left vacant.
Wait... Am I mistaken.  
You left a impact here..  
Just to abstract...  I fear.  
So you wish to know what haunt the horrors inside my dear.  
Inside here  we look what been tainted.
How I been intoxicated drowning and faded I been awaiting for your voice.  
That could isolate any noise.
I know you know how to save the heart but where it rest lies upon your command and that where everything else stands..
Marty T Ottman
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Marty T Ottman  Wausau Wisconsin
(Wausau Wisconsin)   
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