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Feb 2020
What's become of the solace I once sought? I've chased her for years through infinite lives in endless miles. She's eluded me. Rebuffed my advances, ridiculed my existence like cornerstone trash. Cobbled footprints structure within a dark memory for garden over the soft years gone by. Lost, alone and forgotten, trampled with no quarter. Laying deeply within this hole I concede defeat within the soft shallows which embrace the emptiness that was once hope.
Brian Johnson
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Brian Johnson  M/Boston MA.
(M/Boston MA.)   
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