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Jan 2018
In this darkened hour, a chill will **** a flower.
The clock stands still in freight, when  your standing in the darkest night.
Patiently waiting to make his move, the poisonous snake takes his bite.
Hungary shadows begin to lurk amongst its prey,
Until the fear has driven you to fray.
Owen C Swenson
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Owen C Swenson  32/M/Minnesota
(32/M/Minnesota)   
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