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Jun 2017
I fill the edges of this page to empty the corners of my mind,
turning the coarse white to a ***** gray,
to keep my mind clean,
but every night it comes out not quite right,
a polluted purity from the childhood that was almost amazing,
but had the devil there burning it,
turning the edges black
Joe fucking Taylor
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Joe fucking Taylor  20/M/SL, UTah
(20/M/SL, UTah)   
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