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Jul 2017
the door
it,
within me
sings
the door
the beckoning

i'm afraid
to look inside

i may just find
no thing alive

by consequence
by design

by my burdens
i'm defined

by my curses
i'm refined

my consequence
my design
#consequence #design
Setenance
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Setenance  NY
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