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Aug 2019
He enjoys the lonely places at midnight

Afraid of the sun and the fluttering sparrows,

Darkness speaking in new dialects,

As anarchic illuminations converge.

The heavy footed phantom

Continually following him,

With their mysterious astronomy,

And ancient symbols.

The gateways opens a gothic reality,

Apocalyptic in scale.
T daniels
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T daniels  28/M/hudson nh
(28/M/hudson nh)   
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