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Nov 3
I'm sick of threats
chasing death alive,
there's a constant threat
that I am sure to die,
I'm sick of shadows
and of rolls of the dice,
I'm as in-grained of rice
never dice to roll twice.
RyanGeoffreyHayward
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RyanGeoffreyHayward  46/M/Australia
(46/M/Australia)   
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