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Feb 2010
This tired mind with broken heart;
this shattered man of tortured art;

This shadow place of evil dreams;
this house of hope with broken beams;

This ray of light with setting sun;
this crippled soul that cannot run.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
Arik Fletcher
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