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Apr 2020
On a dreary night
Sat upon a stool
Weeping in my thoughts
I felt like a fool.

On a weary day
While standing in fear
I stole the wrong hand.
My end is coming near
Chris
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Chris  20/M/Washington
(20/M/Washington)   
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   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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