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Sep 2017
Just one bite.
I won't waste it.
Just one taste,
I won't fight it.

Just me here,
A prize for a king.
Have no fear,
I'll fit like a ring.

I want you
Not to sound crass.
Or lack class,
But treat me ceremoniously,
Like Mass.

I can make a half whole,
Missing puzzle piece for your soul.
To see the diamonds rise from coal.
Rising right out from depressions hold.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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