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Jan 2020
I think I write too much,
But it’s my savior; my lifeline.
Without it, my heartbeat
Would most certainly flatline.

It is everyday,
That I,
Ever so longingly
Look at my
Ever so shimmering
Blade of peace.
Without it’s edge,
I would go
Far off the beach
Ripped by the
Riptide of insanity.

But I keep writing,
As to keep my bloodlust
In check, and to not face
The
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The title has little to do. And sorry for the train wreck of a poem... there was a trash train, a logging train, and a truck full of firecrackers, and they all collided at the same time... that’s my excuse.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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