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Mar 2016
How do I explain my ailment .. This ******* memory that haunts me in bed each night .. I've grown tired impressing definitions upon the satellites of my empty world .. Loneliness , a demon on Saturday .. A blessing on Monday .. Allergic to my kind , In darkness I commune , bereft of Sunlight ...
Copyright March 24 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson
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Randolph Llewellyn Wilson  Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.
(Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.)   
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