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Mar 19
Racing thoughts do me no good
Why they wait for when I lay
I never understood,
Darkened hours when all I want
Is to drift in skies with unfocused eyes
From twisted hells to jubilant highs
All forgot, the following day
drifting musings
I had more ideas but brevity suites this
Wilkes Arnold
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Wilkes Arnold  22/M/New England
(22/M/New England)   
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