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Aug 2018
heard a voice as i died
in the cold moonlight
forty phantoms
breathing through me
and this wasted life
goes on too long

these willow trees
court lesser demons
and condemn the rest
these weeping hosts
hold the shape of dusk
beneath the ground

piano from the dark
of a mystic chord
i froze and woke in tandem
with the underscore
kevin hamilton
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kevin hamilton  26/M/toronto
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