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Jan 2015
Finding myself
With no keeper
No doors closed
I sway
Move into the night
With fervor
For what lies ahead
The delicate instruments
Grinding
Stowing away
The secrets kept
From the surrounding cities
Turmoil
Building up
Releasing an uplift of spirits
I could hardly imagine
Rhet Toombs
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