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Jan 2018
Christ put me in a tomb
An abode for the soul
Forever cold

I fear the slumber
And a slender plumber
With his wrench and pipe expertise

The hold he may have
Solid grip
And strength

It could corrupt
Break
And maim me

I want to hide
Runaway
Decide

But I am trapped
Lost in the blaze
Of the plumber's gaze
Dakota J Dawson
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Dakota J Dawson  22/M/Huntsville, AL, USA
(22/M/Huntsville, AL, USA)   
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