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Dec 2020
When at that point in my life
I came disconnected to the dream of it, my life
It feels as if I became a leaf falling off of a tree
Picked up by the wind before being grounded
Carried to a myriad of places with no control
Stopping but briefly
When in contact with a point to cling to
I know not where I go next
Never seemingly with who it will be
As time makes it seem that it will last
The fates blow hard
I am loosed
To drift alone until I am next caught.

Dan GrayΒ Β 
December 23, 2020Β Β 11:30 PM
Stuck in isolation (negative thank the gods) and just having one of those ****** nights
Dan Gray
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Dan Gray  Nova Scotia
(Nova Scotia)   
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