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Nov 2015
i find myself in the basement, oddly inflamed with sunlight
ephemeral rays stretch out across the ceiling and walls,
taking the form of various shapes
that almost feel like spirits
whispering me to step out of my own darkness
to integrate
burn,
resurrect
Written by
Keenon Brice  Baltimore
(Baltimore)   
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