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Jan 2019
Knuckle crown of anger rage
Blood broken upon the face

Trembling fear
Kind of likes the taste
She sits here by bedside of womb child to protect....

Providing a future on carpet plate ....
Where a dead father now rests his head...
Chris
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Chris  34/M/San Antonio TX
(34/M/San Antonio TX)   
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