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Jan 2018
Graceful I lay, bout the grass, stretching shade
Along my limbs, the life line I call upon, from joy to blade.
Grey sorrow flicks my nerve
Streaming flight with grace so near
Ghosts of my deeds often done
Crawl of grave reeking tears
Burning minds infinite run.
Alone but certainly not.
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Andrew  20/M
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