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Jan 2021
He was not one to love -
one to hold .
his cold  was  pertain
one without  a soul
one with love
his lies ,I  marvel
cruel to his oath
he was vague to warmth
one without prudence
one with a  carnage
he was' without honor

a villain to reason .
his  parlor are deceits
forged by his greed
he was no without trust
his loyalty was feeble
his words cunning
his plot was spiteful
he was one without  integrity
Baby Dianah' Rose Richard
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Baby Dianah' Rose Richard  29/F/Brooklyn
(29/F/Brooklyn)   
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