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Jan 2015
I
The viral precipice,

Of epileptic terminology.


Stare into eclipse

Light bestowed.



On sins…

As solitary silence

Begins to forget disease.






And I began to think…



Maybe this is how

I’m meant to be.
L T Winter
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L T Winter  M/United Kingdom
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