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Dec 2017
I’m alone in the dark listening to the clock tick life away,and the sounds of screaming run through my head.
I long for the sensual touch
That’s not asking much
The longer nights let the demons
In my burning mind out to play.
I ask please lord, I’m on my knees,I’m praying and I’m begging,Please as I am your servant. Take this dreadful night and turn it into day. As for then the screams of this hellish night will go away.
James Cook
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James Cook  48/M/Beebe Ar
(48/M/Beebe Ar)   
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   Sequoia
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