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Jun 2020
******'s sin is mine alone.
  She never understood her power.
  Bubble gum and puffy ****, but
  I desired her perfect flower.

  Her mother died to save her
  but she saved me instead.
  I brought her to my bed for comfort,
  the night she finally bled.

  ****** floats wild on the wind.
  Cheap perfume my rhapsody.
  She died birthing my sin.
  I will never again be free.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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