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Apr 2018
Loose gravel under my feet,
An isolated road
leading down a path of
poverty.
Bathing in a dark
illumination,
to find a new
devotion.

One without my
stains already attached

My only companion,
the crescent in the
sky.
Ted
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Ted  30/Other/Desolation
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