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Jul 2014
I am lost and I am utterly confused
I see no purpose for continuing to be

I’m find myself back in this
grey
soul-*******
enervating
seemingly endless
pit of uncertainty

at least if you fall to hell
you are sure of your damnation
but to be both
teased by paradise
and groped by apocalypse
I feel
is the worst of the three
Raymond Flores
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Raymond Flores  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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