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Dec 2014
This place is like a scrap yard for humans
broken, beaten, barren souls
a dull pale loneliness is looming
in the hearts of burnt out coals

logging in to their hopes and desires
jaded and solitary hearts
rubbing two sticks to start fires
hoping for those flames to start
GaryFairy
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GaryFairy  54/M/Cleveland, Ohio
(54/M/Cleveland, Ohio)   
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