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Apr 2010
We are spirits
bound to this world,
its fate our own.
An encampment of lost souls;
banned from heaven,
with no chance to roam the spheres.
We etch out meager lives
a mere half shadow of angels,
an echo of demons lust.
Written by
stratton wayne stclair  64/M/Roanoke, Va
(64/M/Roanoke, Va)   
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