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There is no way to ease the burden. The voyage leads on from harm to harm, A land of others and of silence. Donald Justice burdeneaseharm Change image and share on social
Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to. Donald Justice backclosecome Change image and share on social
