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Jan 11
Down a darkened alley,
a beggar casts his light.

Weary though he speaks,
he trembles with delight.

Upon his brow you may spy,
a devil without a fight.

Yet and then you surely see,
the depth of his own blight.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
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