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May 2013
I know not where I'm going
My destiny is to find you
usually the road I take is dark
therefore I'm blinded
All I need in life
is a messenger to help me get there
Cause I've got so many options & paths
I grind, it's hard to get there.

by Dietrich from Westend
Saturday, May 25th, 2013
On hearing word of Lauren Hill's imminent prison stint, a guy gave me this poem off the cuff
I tell you I don't know what I'll say, call it Life.
posted in hopes that both he and Lauren will soon be hitting on all six cylinders

Tags: 4th Quadrant Revisited; mental distortion exploration & tactics; gelly surf & turf dust stories; silly spells; African American Poets; dietrich; bespoke
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