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Jul 2018
His heart never heuristic
Spilled ink blanketed the table
Everyday he fell in love with her
Never did she feel the same
His eyes had grown empty
Hollowed by reality
Even in the spotlight
He could never shine bright enough
Sam
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Sam  27/M/Portland OR
(27/M/Portland OR)   
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     ---, Shadowhollow and Cné
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