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phillswrites Poetry January 10, 2018July 9, 2018 0 Minutes

I’m drawn to sadness and the macabre.

Show me your dark and gloomy so I can absorb it and feed you with light and love.

But no one absorbs my dark moods.

Dark girl. I stand in hope alone.

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Published January 10, 2018July 9, 2018

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