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Jun 11
My machine lost power
for a moment heart stopped
wet and **** perfect flower
hospital janitor mopped.
So many tests were run.
Nothing was really wrong.
Treatment was never begun.
Dead or living do I belong?
God's all seeing eye
midnight's full moon
angry sun stares at noon
watch us living as we die.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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