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Feb 2017
Blake wrote his marriage to hell,
Keats wrote his pain to the death,
Wordsworth wrote for himself,
What a loner.
I am tortured to the brink,
Sin has made me this way,
No turning back to the light,
I am scribing from my soul.
Hiding as a mole,
I am once again,
Alone again.
Brad French
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Brad French  Clarksville, TN
(Clarksville, TN)   
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