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Jul 2017
I’d like to.
In fact, I’d
have loved to,
but you made it
impossible.

I’d have set
myself on fire
if you’d have
asked me to.

Now, I’d let
it all burn
to ash, leave
the charred
husks behind.

Those are yours.

Not mine.

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-JBClaywell

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JB Claywell
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JB Claywell  45/M/Missouri
(45/M/Missouri)   
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