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Dec 2020
That, which is before me, I take hold.
Stepping forth with the keys,
once wearily, but now growing bold.Β 
Down, black dog, down.
Joy: light in thin cracks extol.
My heart growing in strength
stepping out bold,
it’s the only way to learn, heal and grow peacefully old.
Down black dog, take off your crown.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F
(43/F)   
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   Rj
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