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Sep 2019
If darkness can get darker,
I've been there.
Not once or twice.
Darkness being midnight,
a pack of wolves surrounded I have dared.
Fear of my own mortality has long been at nil.
I carry two legs of the enormously labored,
and eyes that bare witness to an unwanted hill.
In death I want my spirit to finally lay most perfectly still.
TheConcretePoet
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TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
(Isle of Poet)   
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     Sekhar, TheIdleOwl, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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