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Jul 2017
My heart fills with the quiet sorrows of my world finding there in smaller places s deeper sense of despair for love now only a tool to determine another's worth saddens me even more for true hearts weep while others seek even greater degrees of wealth a ruthless pattern set in stone for all to determine
Written by
Harry clute  56/M/Iowa
(56/M/Iowa)   
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   Mahlia Stewart
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