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Nov 2016
Maybe it's to late
To start.
Surely I haven't
Lost my angle.
Yet here I sit,
Doubting.
I'm in fact escaping.
Using this dumb
*** pen.
To leave my mark.
john p green
Written by
john p green  florida
(florida)   
281
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