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Jun 2020
It's that time again,
between sunset and the dawn.
That time when I pace across
this city of goodbyes.
Songs of sadness
in my head.
Letting this weight on my shoulders
sink to the soles
of my feet
passing to earth
behind me,
so that once I return
I can pretend
till it's dusk again.
Every night, I let the hurt out while I walk, and I'm ready for tomorrow. I have to be.
Owen
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Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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     ---, Fawn, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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