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Jan 2013
No mask is possible
when in a circular room
were there not one thing left
one ray of sunshine
peeking in a singular window in the ceiling
it would all end now
the battle is too overwhelming
to begin to fathom the war
I'm sorry if I'm too weak...
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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