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Feb 2015
These walls create a vibration that settles in my open ears,
Reflecting on my mind delivers forth a crystal tear.
Head filled with nonsense and laughter of fright,
bringing out the demons who whisper in the night.
Loneliness not a era nor phase,
when shall the sun spread its tender rays.
Invisible name capture my insight,
take heed my warning and never seek false light.
The clearest of burning star shine your wisdom bright,
an unbind my chains that lock my knowledge tight.
If I may ask for truth and not be caught up in a lie,
then I wish for that that's sacred a place were Angels die.
ypbs11
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ypbs11  Washington
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