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Jul 2021
My Dearest Dementia,
  I forgot how I met ya'
  you sanitized my life
  with your septic knife
  on the tip of my tongue
  from when I was young.
  I dream of broken fists
  lots of forbidden trysts
  locked bedroom doors
  many desperate ******
  abandoned all my wives
  destroyed many lives.
  I wake my memory bled
  kind old man almost dead.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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