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Nov 2018
i Taste it
The syrup of truth
It rises to the back of my throat
It burns and urns for release
I have not the will to lend
Those sweet epitaphs
Brynn S
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Brynn S  17/F/Searching
(17/F/Searching)   
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     awknight and Sean Fitzpatrick
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