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Feb 2018
And for the night,
I smiled as I sipped the drips
from my sorrows' tourniquet.
But, if only it were easier in the morn
To wrestle with the darkness-
Or perhaps the light..
At least my darkness isn’t conveniently pocket-sized
Alec Astaire
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Alec Astaire  28/M/Denver
(28/M/Denver)   
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   Surbhi Dadhich
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