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Aug 2017
There was a word spoken in the present tense,.
It spread into the future, it impacted the instance,.
Now it spreads like wildfire smiling in the wake of its grim decay,.
A mockery of what could be here today,.
It needs to be lead away,.
Out of the this inept night,.
Into the relief of the lantern's light,..,,.,.,
Blake
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Blake  32/M/Durham, NC
(32/M/Durham, NC)   
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