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May 2018
Your beauty adds color
to a life that once saw no meaning
A soul circling the globe, lustful eyes gleaning
a passion, a purpose, a price, all for the loss
one's life leaning, to the echo, the beat of a drum
the vibration, fleeting
life, like the flame on a candle, flickering
without the air I am nothing, with the air, I am gone
The Calm
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The Calm  24/M/Baltimore
(24/M/Baltimore)   
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