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Aug 2016
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Sadness looms every dark corner,
spun of worried cobwebs
Threaded feelings of despair
collecting minute particles,
captured by a sticky allure,
woven in the frantic fear
that encases my mind

Stooped in a bleak alleyway
neath dripped graffiti horror
My accelerated breath burns
in exhaled delusions
amidst dumpster definitions
plaguing the infestation
of my guttered heart
Stephan
Written by
Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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