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Jul 2017
My lover desived my heart for even within the vows of union there can be no guarantee of what is spoken to be of truth no true signs that signal the dishonorbilty of another's words for love is a fragile line of trust and easily broken when actions of deception apply a more sinister route of false connection and gives birth to the monster that lays quietly within
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Harry clute  56/M/Iowa
(56/M/Iowa)   
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