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Jan 2019
He laughs at me
Daring me to take him in
He curses my home
With Blood
And Poison
Which escapes his skin

I'm hungry
And broken
Deep down
The Hell-fire burns
Beneath my skin

Let me be
Who I am
Is more than
What it seems

So I carry my load
Across this wilderness
I am going to miss
The delights
Within these trees
So, it's destiny
To fall

And fight
Can someone
Escape
And release me
From this prison

All may be my demise
As God holds me close
Tells me not to weep
To my muse
As long foretold

I am a vagabond now
AnnMarie Eichhorn
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AnnMarie Eichhorn  33/Two-Spirit/Chicago, IL
(33/Two-Spirit/Chicago, IL)   
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