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Nov 5
I swear...
I didn't mean to **** the best of me
Or squash what I like in me
Yet here I stand
****** weapon in hand
My essence
Dripping down the blade
Like rain from a cloud
Or tears of a clown
Landing on the razors edge
A familiar sight and sound

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Jeremy Betts
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Jeremy Betts  42/M/Washington State
(42/M/Washington State)   
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