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Oct 2017
Last Night I Deleted a Handful Of Poems
Now Where Are They?
Gone Forever?
Discarded Quill and Feather?
No...
They're In My Head..
It Fills Me With Dread...
No Matter How Hard I Try...
Deleted Words
Don't Delete From The Mind...
I went on to destroy my journal of work... Burned it because all it was is a journal full or memories and torment..
Cloak
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Cloak  17/M
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       night shade and Tehillah
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