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Nov 12
We die on crisp sheets as if
  we are the newborn corpses.
  yesterdays children gone now
  we never rise from the dead
  that's a catholic fairy tale
  I'm too old to believe now.
BJ Donovan
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BJ Donovan  70/M/Charlotte NC
(70/M/Charlotte NC)   
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