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Sep 2018
It is when the river calls,
that the mountains crumble.
In the halls of the scattered mind,
the desolate man stumbles.
Through the doorway of shattered hopes,
the grim figure interlopes.
For not even time can tell,
when such a man will climb from hell.
Justin
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Justin  21/M/American
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