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Jul 2016
Lost in these venomous streets
Lights light up my sky,
I got  lost in the white clouds
It was a failure of mine eyes.

Walked through these streets different times
But they still seem foreign ,
I got lost trying
to reach the edge of the cliff
I fell off trying to catch  my own cloud
Got lost again trying to see beyond the horizon.

I reached the end with no prospects of tomorrow. Joined the hole in hopes of
Salvation,I got lost again in the fists of sin

Hopeless , life seems like an undying rose.
Am trying to survive but I am lost
Tell me how does one survive when everything is lost.
This world will never be sufficiently satisfying,but it will always be unfair and in that unfairness being lost is one of the privileges amongst many others.
Blessings
Mona
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Mona
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     Keith Edward Baucum and ---
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