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Dec 2017
To an artist,
Emotional dishonesty
Is the only death.

Doom this body to the grave
Before asking me to choke on my pain.

These tears are verse  
This anguish, punctuation.

The deepest peace is a poem
That blooms like a rose

After the storm
In my soul

Bursts!
And pours May showers
All over the page.
Everything is ecstasy from the soul.
Eureka Merton
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Eureka Merton
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     kim, Elemenohp, Kirsten Claire, EMD and Nylee
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