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Jan 2019
Faded jeans
torn at the knees,
Faded love
pulled apart at the seams,
Faded memories
of a time forgotten,
Faded soul
dyed black with pain,
Faded heart
broken and chained,
Faded life
that will never be the same,.
As blood runs cold
and breath escapes,
a life is sold
and then replaced.
Bonk Bonk Sir
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Bonk Bonk Sir  15/F
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   dylan and Rosmarie Correa
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