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Dec 2018
Bereft!-My soul hath shriveled neath,
hopes last rock and last gleaming feat,
for this world mires a pain that doth,
squeeze that hour of foul defeat!
Shawn Robertson
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Shawn Robertson  38/M/Missouri
(38/M/Missouri)   
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