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Nov 2018
The horizon calls me home
I walk alone to it, silent.
My feet swollen yet stubborn
Take me true to my home.
Am I a knight of penance, or -
A pawn for ill fates to vent?
I'll never know, I know, but still
I walk to that light - my end.
Red Brush
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Red Brush
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