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Jul 2014
No one to talk too
My mouth is sore from being shut
My brain spinning with thought
I'd talk to the stars,
Even they didn't show up

The desert skies of royal hazey colors
New grounds for me
For others discovered

Through long plight before me
Spirits endlessly struggling

To bask
Alone
Under the hazey royal indigo
Desert skies

Enlightened wolves
Darkness despise
A free flow poem :)
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Nicholas Kurtz
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Nicholas Kurtz  M/San Francisco, California
(M/San Francisco, California)   
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