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Aug 2020
My fingers grace the keys......
left, right, left.....right....

Which one was it, again?
left, right, left.....right....

I just want to go in
left, right, left.....right....

left, right, left.....right....
the door now ajar, air thin

the door way casts its grim shadow on the floor,

And just like that, one becomes two
my shadow torn
away he goes
to sleep, once more
Left, right; his feet go on
left, right, left.....right....
Ace Black
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Ace Black  21/M
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     Eshwara Prasad and A Slow Heyoka
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