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Jan 2019
Can you hear it those wails of pain trembling through the cracks in my heart can you feel it the blood dripping down my fingertips as I slide them down your cheek I can't hold on to this it slips through my fingers but comes out clean everytime I am seeking and searching but all I find is this false hope which paralyzed me still I can hear it cackling at me from a distance even when it isn't there I am doomed to live in the bask of its remnants or die in the shadow of its promise
Zack Witzig
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Zack Witzig  26/Canada
(26/Canada)   
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     Lori Jones McCaffery, --- and Juneau
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