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May 2019
What is in this name upon my tongue?
What drug is this? 'tis burrowed in my mind
and wakes me into life upon a whim.
Relief from this blessed curse I cannot find,
Nor do I want to shun that drug divine.
That smiling purity, that gaze sublime,
Which slowly, surely makes me thine
James LR
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James LR  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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