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1d
When I am weak,
and I fall asleep
I fall within,
the mirror
and she's
not out of fear,
strokes my hair
un-consciousnessly,
a burial in the sunlight,
not a dare to risking
A vampire rising,
and I care for them,
here is a finality
the last day I weep.
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
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Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  47/M/A Jar With Holes.
(47/M/A Jar With Holes.)   
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