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Feb 2020
Someone write me not blindly walk by me.  Someone strike me not swipe weak then fly free.  Someones dieing his cries sit traped in my cheeks. Someones shining through blind lids while my eyes leak.  Someones screaming his pleas keep no meaning.  Someones seeing that his decence is leaving.
Murphy
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Murphy  32/M/Louisville, Ky
(32/M/Louisville, Ky)   
90
     ---, Fawn, Miss Ree and Bogdan Dragos
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