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JDM Aug 2016
Stretched out arms in front of me
I raise my pen of indignation
Insults driven by pain and fury
I shutter over a wounded friend

Locked inside a broken candle
my temper burns the threaded key
Symbols light a fragile mantel
a place to share my poetry

Underneath the starry night
I take flight with no mistake
Bouncing off these walls of darkness
I hope this dream never ends

I hope I never wake
© JDMaraccini 2016

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