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Aug 2018
Sadness the epidemic
the current currency of
a world so ******
and bound by obscurities
no one can reason with

Death plagues with a
consistency of tears and
tragedy - love lost and
with it hope lay sullen
like the fawn fast asleep at
the worlds end
AnonEMouse
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AnonEMouse  29/Two-Spirit/SoFlo
(29/Two-Spirit/SoFlo)   
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