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Feb 21
He cried,
Through the looks in his eyes,
He always had long sleeves down,
And was in a constant frown,
The police he told,
And their eyes rolled,
Now his children are in black,
Scared dad is not coming back,
But the mother is behind bars,
But it’s too late by far,
Danté Le Beau
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Danté Le Beau  24/M/Manchester, UK
(24/M/Manchester, UK)   
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