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Dec 2019
It seemed I was dying,
with feelings that choked me
and ripped apart at my skin--
but you were a ruler, a lord, or a saint
praised by a kingdom
while I starved in alleyways.
so, may I inquire
why you maintained all
while I looked for an answer?
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S R  22/F/FL
(22/F/FL)   
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     Grey, Sue Collins, Bogdan Dragos, rue and ---
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