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May 2019
Once there lay a blatant fool,
Wandering the abyss,
The never ending darkness,
Consuming all.

It’s reckless hands they do caress,
Trick the eye into seeing beyond illusion,
Illusion be but the light,
The epitome of the inner sanctum of night.
Conor Bristol
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Conor Bristol  20/M/England Nottingham
(20/M/England Nottingham)   
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