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1d
Dark skies spill on me like black ink
To much to speak
To much to keep
There is no swim
Only sink
Stuck in the undertow of shiit creek
Can't plug the leak
No avoiding the brink
That comes in a blink
Don't peak
If the will is weak
Or the soul is meek
No hope left
For what I seek

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