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Sep 2021
There's a graveyard beneath my bed
at 3AM filled with my dear dead
or maybe it's just inside my head.
We left without saying goodbye.
What a horrible way for me to die
slit my wrist drunk laugh not cry.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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