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Apr 2022
In the darkest corners of my mind, I wander
I wait patiently for the day to come
For a smither of light to enter

The mind is a prison
A prison I hold the keys to

Yet, I wait for the cell to open
For a smither of light to enter
Illuminating the dreams, I locked away
At the very end of the darkest depths
Within the darkest portions of my mind
I wander
Noah Cintron
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Noah Cintron  22/M
(22/M)   
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     Ken Pepiton, Broken Pieces and Aishu
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