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Jan 2015
Sink into the mire-
of one's desire,
venture into the void,
dipping into the fire.
Oh, how alone;
feel like playing the role,
finding out there is no key,
no cure for one's mind,
nothing pure in one's soul.
Making darkness a home,
vividly dreaming of the light.
No one can see,
a crown from the start,
it ends so dramatically,
piercing the heart.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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   Ariel Baptista
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