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Nov 2020
I keep my visions
to myself.
You never approved.
The day leaks
onto the tusks of night,
the night tries itself out
onto the street of day.
Visions drift away
into the closer hills.
You never approved.
Evan Stephens
Written by
Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)   
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