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Mar 2018
This was simple
This a straight blade
This my falling
Edges burn
No more reason
Never was one
Just was trying
Only something

And I can't hold on
Through the night
How can I?
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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       Edmund black, ---, RK and ---
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