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Jul 2016
I think it’s November
But I can never quite remember
All I know is that my bones
Are tired of praising an empty throne
And the light that’s never known
Will never illuminate my home.

Please tell me where I went wrong.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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