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Jul 2018
The sun’s making space for its own warmth
It’s leading me on a far away path
Even though my way is forth
I go way back into the black
And the sun cramps out of it
Telling me to go on and continue what I started
I told it that I cannot fit
Somewhere I wasn’t invited.
stranger
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