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Ward
33
Can you see the
Flashlight
checking
if I'm OK?
The
night turns
slowly
into day.
Trying
to clear
the
fog of confusion,
Reigning
supreme.
Broken promises
made
in haste
have
bought me here
Alone,
Afraid.
Speaking
out the fears,
The
dreams.
Peanut butter and fags
Keep
me from going
around the
Bend.
By
Tony Fisher |
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