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Jan 2017
Inside of my soul
                a pin *****
and all that I love
                on the top
lest I grip myself
               -lost gold

Then my muscles tire
                ...the burning

rain comes down to quell!
and restore.


Again!
                A hole above wealth fire fills

Retell...
            
       I forgot there was nowhere to
                                                            fall.
Austin Dusseau
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