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Jul 2016
dark fire,
images on my eyes
are they real?
I see the road where I walk,
broken cobbles
they cut my feet
my blood the color of a rose in summer
I walk because I have to.
I dream??
Caught it quick in pencil on the back of a bank statement
Written by
Daniel Pierre McClenaghan  M/second city usa
(M/second city usa)   
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