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May 2018
The words I write,
come with no crime.
Tapping away,
in a field of grey.

Imagination,
temptation,
and the need for acceptation.

It is a meditation.
Feeling everything,
letting the words come up
as I'm puking.

The words I write,
help me survive.
Not alone,
forever be known.
Shadow Dragon
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Shadow Dragon  24/F
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       Penny Iloa, Edmund black, --- and ---
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