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Jul 2023
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 us to die
slit a 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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