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Apr 2023
I'm too afraid to put my ******
in your starving lips. Keep trying
baby and we'll live or die in time.
There's really no use in crying.
I want to dance with a lover.
My milk's purple and of no use.
Daddy's still war torn healing,
there's no such thing as abuse,
broke what was left of my heart.
You're a hero's first time son.
We're all here thank our God
and atom bombs that we won.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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