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Apr 2023
You are too perfect.
Your skin makes me cry.
******* are always *****.
We **** and we will fly
too close to my past sun.
Trapped in a shrink's room
****** babble for ******.
Russian roulette my *****.
We drink to all and naught.
Dead cremains hit the floor
while we screamed and fought
explodes into our Nevermore.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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