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Jan 2021
Alone in every definition, no directions and lost for miles. Her voice a haunting sting, a ghost wasp in the moonlight craving disparity. Cloudy stars on colder nights remain aware of scars and pride. From where I am and the view from these eyes, lessons learned through actions and time. I refuse this fate, to destroy and revive.
Written by
Jesse Rando
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