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Aug 2023
My true love was a desert
beautiful and deadly soul
scorpions and rattlers and
poison creosote she stole.
She fed me her deadly milk
of scarce and stubborn rain.
I'll die in her cursed sand
and feed our lover's pain.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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   Nylee
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