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Aug 2016
He
     Slips
              Away
I am here
I watch

I
See
I
Hear.
        Future
        Arrested
        Extinguished
I smell
The passing
Of
   Regrets
                 Fear
                         Hope
Love
        Is
           For
                Me
A
4
L
E
T
T
E
R

Word
My pain is that
Of those who've
Not

My chapel of hate
Gives
Spite
Holy
Space.
Leay
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Leay
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