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Oct 2019
I heard the crack in her voice
As she claimed that it ***** that I love you
Yet, you’re so honored
3 A.M. take me home from these catacombs
Caress these brittle bones
Tuck me in, kiss my forehead
Cause my niche is tearing me down
And I hope you’ll be around
To hold me up
When I can’t stand
You’re the one that I call
When all the ones that I trust
Have left me in the dust
For I am like snow in October
Not cold enough to stick
Yet, you’ll always dance in the flurries
Vinnie Brown
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Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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