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Apr 2018
Alone I shall be,
But alone will not grant me peace.
In the dark many shall come,
Comfort, the least of their desires.

Memories they will flood,
Pain and anguish, limits of sanity
Hand in hand desperate journeys.
Little room for else do they leave.

Unreasonable ventures to the depths.
Journeys to the minds soul.
Forgotten friend lost in the storm.
What path his heart has taken?

Happiness and sadness
Closest of friends for eternity
Each day shall be the last
But no end shall ever bless.

Evil spell casting lots
Spoken words and deep thoughts
Price paid in blood
Happiness finally bought.
Marty
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Marty  48/M/North carolina
(48/M/North carolina)   
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