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Aug 2018
I see the moonlight in your face reigning...
And Werewolves in me are howling.
My cursed virtues shape-shift to demons.
Hellen...
If daddy hadn't hit mum's face.
Should he have played the guitar for her like in movies.
Maybe I could have found a meaning in you.  
For now, wearing his shoes hurts both of us.  
Flee from me, Hellen.
Josh Cooper
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Josh Cooper  M/Malawi, Africa
(M/Malawi, Africa)   
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