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Dec 2014
""I cannot avoid the pensive glaze
nudged off the percipience days
blood so clean under the artificial moons
releasing into my toxic dreams
the nameless face, and the withered heart
unable to break chains of past
go away, let me rise....""

Debbie Brooks
Deborah Brooks Langford
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