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Jul 2017
Hear them,
The desperate cries
Of starving children,
The mewling of cubs
Too young to fight.
The breaking of bones,
The strained silence
After the screaming stops.
This is my nighttime melody.
*How else can I keep my brain busy?
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
(23/M/Denver, CO)   
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   xmxrgxncy and Ryan Holden
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