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Aug 2020
Little is left to reflect
The money only covers the crack in the soul
Light the flame to burn away all unwanted emotion
We are holding on are we not ?

The scars that cover the skin
Make a feeling close to the immortal
The blood that is lost is pure ****** pleasure
i have lost my mind

to be honest i do not want it back
let them know you are nowhere
Darrel Weeks
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Darrel Weeks  48/M/Derbyshire
     From the ashes and Darrel Weeks
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