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Jan 2020
It lurks,
Like a cancer,
Over my shoulder,
That essence had a stab at it,
It failed,
It's my turn, let me be,
It's my turn,
I will succeed where It failed,
I promise to adore,
I swear to nurture,
The gift from the gods,
The gift, it failed to see......
I pray this gift remains with me,
But, it lurks, always, lurks....

(C) 08/01/2020
Written by
CLARYT  F/Ireland
       Max Neumann, Willoughby, Colm, V, Maddy and 8 others
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