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May 2017
Knowing the darkness I hide,
I wonder what light's are a lie.
Mouthing echoed sounds of pride
trailed soft to mute sigh.
Is this to be, to be abject aware,
or a dawning to oneself
of blinders to narrow stare
Written by
AmbientThought  25/M/NE Pennsylvania
(25/M/NE Pennsylvania)   
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