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Jan 2018
Left for dead upon the shore;
Bruised and ******, yet I yearn for more:
More pain, more anguish, I'll survive.
Knowingly certain that I'm alive.

Picked at by the gulls above;
This is all I know of love.
My naked bones lie in wait
To crumble to their sandy fate.
Alex Hanna
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Alex Hanna  31/M
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