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Oct 2017
I keep my cool to walk a beat
and step on down the only street.
In front of me, the view I'm seeing
haunts my mind today.

And what I see before me wasted,
so much life had not been tasted.
Tempting fate into agreeing
Death's the only play.

I claim my own amidst defeat
and border where the spirits meet.
To comprehend this state of being
paints the picture gray.

I blow my top to ease the heat
and dig a spot to plant my feet.
To find a place that is so freeing
is the only way.
Dreaming-Demon
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