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Jun 2018
Cast me down,
O cursed heart.
Can’t you see I’m late to start?
Please depart,
For even a soul with holes is whole.

Cast me down,
O wayward soul.
Falling is high and rising is low.
Don’t show,
For even a mind of lies is kind.

Cast me down,
O subtle mind.
Disprove my wings so I’ll never fly.
How divine,
For even a man who stands expands.

Cast me down,
O wicked man.
O wicked ***** cruel man.
This is the end of our earth,
But our fight finds new hearth.
So cast me down,
And take the crown,
I’ll get you next time.
Heart, soul, and mind
Anthony Mayfield
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Anthony Mayfield  25/M/Santa Clara, CA
(25/M/Santa Clara, CA)   
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