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Jun 10
You used to set my blood afire
      burning my guilt to the ground,
      a dry rain quenched the blaze.
      That's when my truth was found.
     Lovers always come and go.
      Fire and rain defined my heart.
      Angels steered me home to
      try fixing lives I've ripped apart.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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