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Jan 2024
Love can be kind or cruel
for a king or a fool.
Whispers quiet screams
in her troubled dreams,
blushes at first touch
then can't get enough.
Lust eats her very own
then forgets his name.
Swallows ***** sown
always tastes the same.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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