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Apr 2018
Its the emptiness
And where it takes you.
The small pieces of invisibility

That follow you around
Your living shroud
The screaming crowd.

Its hiking backwards up a Tibetian cliff
And finding yourself still firmly planted
at the bottom.

It can catch you in the throat
The way dust
Collects thickly in a storm

Of resolute beliefs
And philosophies
Of cinders afire.
Valiant Hurts
Written by
Valiant Hurts  66/F/Hollywood
(66/F/Hollywood)   
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   JL Smith
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