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Oct 2019
the closeness of
my soul is
upon me
with the
right music

the body eats
and eats
eats - i can't
help but
feed it

the heart cries
and sings
between each
stranger it lets

madness encircles me
like a kettle
of raptors

my spirit reeks
of death
the genesis birthed
from it

the greatest
opportunity to
develop and
grow beyond
my tired limitations

i am not
done yet . . .
Written by
     Holly D, CLARYT, Fawn, L B, ryn and 14 others
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