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Dec 2019
Nothing to ground me but that's all I see.
The door is open
but I have a key
and it hasn't been broken
then what does that make me.
The dull burn within my eyes
seek towards my demise
sever what measly ties
formed from my disguise.
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   Bogdan Dragos
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