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Sep 2016
A long day leered, deeply I peered, seared. The day wasted, defeat tasted.
I sulk to bed, my legs lead.
My heart defeated, deeply seated.
I slip to the abyss of sleep,
My brain sunk deep.
Into dream, a vapid steam.
Something I deem, extreme.
For sleep never comes, till my mind succumbs.
The days that are passing never lasting,
But for the moment Ive found peace.
Hunter Pennington
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Hunter Pennington  Amarillo
(Amarillo)   
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