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May 2016
The sun is hung.
The day's at end.
Hello, night,
my only friend.

The page is black
with ink i've penned
all words unwind,
blend and distend

candle flickers
mind can mend
my body -wasted-
so to my spirits, tend.
for those poems that wreck
Written by
Sam  new zealand
(new zealand)   
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