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Dec 2020
Within the cracking glass
A reflection takes hold.
Throughout this ringing tone;
inside the crowd I’m all alone.
The ticking words,
abhorrent outside my head.

My mind must watch it’s tread,
The striking mallet instilling fear
My jagged edges are begging to

...disappear...
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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