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Oct 2017
******* -
**** your ideology.
You've killed more
Men than my love ever could.

*******,
Your life
And all that encompasses.

You took him,
Dead and whipped to
****** lashes in the
Streets.

**** soaked
And stained with blood,
You took my love.

He was pure
A soul still white
In the night of the world.

In the height of the dark
A soul left to be,
And lost to be
No more than a spark
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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