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Apr 2016
When the wind clears the murky haze
That has clouded my eyes for a thousand days
Keeping me chained and confoundedly dazed
I'll emerge freed from the tortured craze
Under the most cloudless sky the sun ever raised
To see my direction lit in the rays

Let's hope this self-reflection stays
Rochelle R
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Rochelle R  Purgatory
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