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Sep 2019
I am going out today
To see where I can go
Maybe I won't return again,
Lord i dont even know.

Would it be a blessing or a curse
To just put down my pen?
Why do i write, I feel contrite
To never write again.
Poetry conveys emotion. Poetry conveys power.
Bede
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Bede  20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin
(20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin)   
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   Christine Ely
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