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Sep 2019
She came clean to me in a shower of lies,
                                                as she took away my sins
She let me *** deep down her throat,
                             as she swallowed every last drop of hope left in me
My mind races, desperate to make sense of it all
          losing to despair
Artificial loved ones whose faces melt without warning
     my destruction is revealed
Another bright eyed lifeless corpse, crying for help
      blood of their last victim
        dripping from their unfulfilled promises
            of love and affection
Steve Parker
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Steve Parker  39/M/Fort Worth, TX
(39/M/Fort Worth, TX)   
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