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Jul 2017
with so much pain to condense//
burning your heart like incense//
waiting for love to make sense//
but you're stuck between (your thoughts that don't prevail)//
my hell is your hell//
and we die because we will not dwell
David Bojay
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David Bojay  Dallas
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