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Feb 2020
On a night like last I sat fearing,
Looking at the wall, almost peering.
The depths in each crack seemed endless,
It’s volume etched into my remembrance.

A certain feeling aroused a subtle gleaming.
In this darkness, our darkness began teeming.
In that moment, my lungs stopped the rhythmic breathing,
And my life swiftly ended by a tiny widow’s scheming.
I tried an impression of Edgar Allan Poe, how’d I do?
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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