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Jun 30
I looked into his eyes while he said his truth
laying in the next room, on the bed
Receiving; then believing, what was expressed-
my glass white, while his red.
John
Heavy Hearted
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Heavy Hearted  27/M/Toronto
(27/M/Toronto)   
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