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Aug 2019
Black, black, flows the ink from my pen

Dark dark are the demons that hound me

No where to turn except a snowy sanctuary

Promising to conceal my burden


Lifting letters off a sheet

And maybe to another heart

That can give this one a new start

Waiting for a fresh beat
#love #writing
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