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Sep 21
I don't even know your name,
But I think I know something of
The state of your soul,
My Dear Poet Friend...

For, we're all stricken with
The same disease

A poisonous venom
Which courses,
This very moment,
Through all our veins

A disease for which I have found
But One Cure


And I must warn you,
My Dear Poet Friend,
Not to look so long
Into your own heart

For, there you will only find
The disease

Dylan McFadden
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Dylan McFadden  27/M/Seattle
       Alyssa Underwood, RJW, Klita, J, Timothy and 3 others
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