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Dec 2018
I wonder way too much
I'm distracted by the thought of us
And what it used to be
The blood that fell originally
Now pooled
With no echo of distrust
Or hesitant desire
We were all that we could be
Until we weren't
Pat Lynett
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Pat Lynett  29/M/Ontario
(29/M/Ontario)   
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