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Dec 2013
Capitalizing on the cuts, Trench deep, hiding painful emotions as they seep. Playing peekaboo with blood that seems to trickle through veins, wishing only for it to course like the floodwaters of torrential rains. A noose tightly wrapped with imaginary hate, contemplating as a never blunted edge waits. Wanting only to release what cannot escape from inside, slowly deciding if it's worth it to.......try.
Gabriel
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Gabriel  40/M/Mile high
(40/M/Mile high)   
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   Nat Lipstadt, islam, --- and Traveler
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