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Oct 2019
Pick up the pen I'm the next kin of this nature
A nature that can’t be bought, caught in the dark
Infinite thought running through the mind
Can’t find the correct resolution
Pollution flooding
Freshly cut from the tree of life
Heavenly glow keeping the road clear
Wipe my tear
Who will come after me...
Written by
John Castaneda
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