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Jan 1
A Focus whence magic once shone
Rainbow beams from beauties sown
Focus shifted by my play of light
Thence shadows made nurture the blight
I am searching (darkness creeping)
I am searching (drowning, choking)
For what?  For what…?
Distracted by old interests since September, the change of focus from what I valued is undermining something
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