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Jun 2016
The room was lit
Seemingly *****
The light was faint
I was unworthy

Ink, drops and drips
The paper sat
Ready for fits
I lashed at it

Lurid was the color
Black was my heart
I scribbled, then lied
this is art

Vague, leaving shade
I left it open
Here, take
This notebook of unspoken.
e.s.
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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