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Mar 2020
his soul breaks.
each night he sings.
we **** and slurp.
his soul like soup.
thick and salty.
we live for days.
off his life.
John Destalo
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John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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