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Mar 2020
I'm lost in the dark ink black room.
  A single candle lights my way as I
  walk from room to room looking for
  broke levers or jammed gears of fear.
  A tiny flame tries to die in the wind.
  My psyche is vast, with desire and sin.
Acme
Written by
Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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     --- and Carlo C Gomez
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