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Jul 2023
Lover leaves. No reason.
  My nerves are on edge
  maybe it's the season
  we stand upon the ledge.

  We're always drunk again.
  The moon is huge tonight.
  Where in hell have we been?
  Both are blinded  by the light.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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