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Sep 2018
Queue
Dreaming of Oblivion
Blood and druge through
Clouds still in anger

Aware
And
Prepared

Speaking of forever
Gasps and laughs grew
Grass never finer

Brief
Maybe
True
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   Lewis McCleod
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