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Feb 2016
in doubt do i know the reason
to make part of this promise
self expressed and won.

there is age like a sound drawn out
and there is youth in its prime
which track do i cross?

which path do i find.
contemplating moving and the life that follows.
wandabitch
Written by
wandabitch  Promethea
(Promethea)   
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