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Jul 2017
if poetry was a blessing, i have been cursed. if poetry was cold rain, i have been buried in a desert. if poetry was a beautiful women, i have been castrated. if poetry was a father, i have been an orphan. if poetry was the truth, i have been a liar.

it's getting dark outside, so come in and listen. there are things i've been meaning to tell you. i hope it's not too late.
RMartinM
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RMartinM  23/M/NYC
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