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Sep 2022
You proclaim to be better!
proclaim to have overcame,
proclaim to have conquered,
but it will spit you out, chew you, stomp on you,
all over again.
my mind is a sick mind, of which there is no escape.
A Poet
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A Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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