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Sep 2019
The depth of my mind grows dark
But ideas that create words come forth.
This tells me,
The time to write has arrived.
The pains of anguish
As my mind runs.
Looking for a comfortable space
To chill, To hide,
Waiting for this nightmare to pass
Willard Wells
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Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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   Weeping willow
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