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Sep 2018
I've seen,
What seems to be,
A thousand sunrises in the least.
And each one speaks to me
Of compassion.
I left my shadow,
For the graveyard shift.
And each day it goes missed.
For who's a person,
Shadowless?
Passion Pete
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Passion Pete  24/M/Earth
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