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Jun 2017
But the expectations
Wreak havoc on the reality,
All i found i had was myself
And my arms pushing
Away in all directions.
I walked
Along the river brook
Amongst golden whispered waves
And they spoke memory.
Talk to me mystery,
For the tongues of men
I cannot comprehend.
The Dedpoet
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The Dedpoet  38/M/San Anto, Tejas
(38/M/San Anto, Tejas)   
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