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Jul 2015
Like some ungodly weight
Straight from my back and shoulders.
This ink that I've been given left me stronger, even bolder,

See how long I have been hunched,
Like some tortured, aging mule.
The pages burning ink and fury, I'm the fire not fool.

Touch ground for one last second
Weightless now I touch the clouds.
Never stopping for a second, I am never coming down.
Written by
Joe Dusk  Reading Pennsylvania
(Reading Pennsylvania)   
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