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Oct 2021

It is true, I am a prisoner to my body.
My anxiety forever chained; inside me.
The soul imprisoned to damnation of my own creation.
I am limited,
  I write poems of sorrow,
poems of death,
poems of love; past not present
imprisoned to this absurd body and mind,
    of which there is no escape,
         imprisoned from birth to the grave.
-limited
A Poet
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A Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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