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May 2017
Black wings expanded.
Flying lost in the dark foggy weather.
With a breeze flowing through his raven-black feathers.

He’s clueless of where he wishes to go.
But deep in his breast, his spirit knows;
Anywhere but here.
Max
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Max  16/M
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     envydean, NuBlaccSoul and Sam
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