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May 2020
I did not despair when the crumbling path fed into muddy grass
And I do not despair when my walk in Jackson Park comes to pass
You can show me danker, darker, soaked in ****** evil roots
And I can show you higher, tougher, softer rubber boots

I did not despair when greeted by splotched grins in the maize
And I do not despair when my fears fill my fields with daze
You can burn my farm into blazing screams rising into razing sky
And I will seal my eyes to bask in heat that keeps me dry
In the style of Edgar Allen Poe
Wilson
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Wilson  21/M/Minneapolis
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