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Nov 2020
Vivid dreams
Of my lover's screams
In sickness and of plight.
Try as I may
To rid these dreams
I will have them again tonight.
Every morsel of tortured sleep
And each moment of poisoned thought,
I find despair, no comfort there
And no greater anguish my soul has brot
Hank Love
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Hank Love  27/M/Borger, Texas
(27/M/Borger, Texas)   
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