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Feb 2020
Wept felt eyes of the suffering souls of my brothers eyes.
I wonder how I've crept in my own demise.
Truely you never know the killer behind you!
    Maybe she is the hatred and animosity, she draws her eyes.
    Childress features I dispose, but with a slow dagger she ....
      She Kills!!!!!!
Drobrien
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Drobrien  45/M/Heart
(45/M/Heart)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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