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Apr 2022
The blood red stain
in the pouring rain
no voices after all
left to take the fall
I loved you yesterday
debt I can never pay
lock me in your jail
our love was stale.
A scarecrow smiles
as they turn dials.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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