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Nov 2021
I wander at 3 am in the city.
I can't sleep anymore.
I feel society's fingers on
my throat choking me silent.
I want to tell the world
about my little life that
means so much to me and
my generation. We sit on
a hill looking down on
the city lights and Howl.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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     BLT, misanthro, REY and Melanii
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