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Jun 2018
As Soft and silky
As she could be
Crushed by the cut
Of a fifty ton
Boulder of fate
Fallen in a rut
To late to run
On top of me the diamond
I thought I won.
Industrial Death
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Industrial Death  21/M/North Carolina
(21/M/North Carolina)   
   August Fors
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