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Apr 2018
If crimson beads form and drip from the outstreched fingertips of my soul,
I'll try to remember.

The rose only ****** in self defense,
and pain stabs the heart in hope to be felt forever.
Ari
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Ari  28/M/Spokane, WA
(28/M/Spokane, WA)   
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