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Jul 2019
I don't want to smile.
There's no use of showing teeth or feeling God's air against them.
If you want pain--I have the keys to the shed.
If you want love--

I'm on that ship headed north.
I can't promise you I'll return from this journey.
But I want it--I am human.

And I must find the hues I don't own.
Tom Berry
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Tom Berry  25/M/Tallahassee
(25/M/Tallahassee)   
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