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Jun 2016
Words wings clipped,
By a shadows sharp edge.
falling down
to meet history's drowning dregs ,
swim and struggle in the
unseen stream.
Dying alone unheard.
Goodbye; dear word.
Gregory Paul Dancer
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Gregory Paul Dancer
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