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Sep 2017
I can portray my previousness
in golden arched reminisces
the sun shining brightly every day and night
as peaceful as an altar in a church
alone naked before God in a pew
the  gentle voices
whispering clear
but can I tell the time of day
the reflections in my mind
I may take forward
today?
wordvango
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