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Jan 2020
That avalanche of *******
You call living day to day
With empty eyes and arms sliced
Blades
Blood
Bury your ******* dreams
In the back yard of that corporation
That office full of death and undeath
Those wise words wishing well
On your descent up the ladder.
Life lived like loss and happiness offset.
Joseph Rice
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Joseph Rice  32/M/Virginia
(32/M/Virginia)   
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