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Sep 2019
I can't walk all the way to the river again, never again, never again
there is something in the junipers of my mind
haunting from the edge of the dark spot
light dots or maybe haldol, spells in chemical form
a swarm of bad tidings, we keep on surviving regardless
Until one day you don't anymore
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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   Bogdan Dragos
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