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Apr 2013
His charm was venom,
Fangs, and bite
Strong drinks and no fight
An easy prey
A breezy day,
Turned sour night
Taught me what isn't right.

Just venom
Makes me an untouchable ghost.
My death is what I loved the most.
Ann Beaver
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   JL, Chris T, Jillyan Adams, ---, R and 3 others
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