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Dec 2020
A single pixel point of light
In warm and dank, rich dark
I tread with disposition mild
And countenance so stark

Enveloped in effluvium
The senses grow too dull
Emotions try but do in vain
This darkness always culls

So be this place; so be its pow'rs
Its pangs touch me not much
Be it friend or be it foe
So am I in its clutch
Emilio Valdez
Written by
Emilio Valdez  26/M/Boulder CO
(26/M/Boulder CO)   
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     Imran Islam, ju, Juanita, Samara and Martin Bond
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