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Jun 2018
Slipping into the inky black well.
The fanged darkness,
my cherished abyss.
I never know
if I'll come back up.
I do know
That I don't care.
Some call it madness.
I call it Home.
B Chapman
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B Chapman  30/F/Memphis
(30/F/Memphis)   
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