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poem by:
Braverman Waltz
Written
on Nov 18, 2016
This darkness created leaves lines unread where shadows disappear behind the walls no buttons to press but letters of untold stories falling I know we have never met I know this for vanity sake there is no still here no burden laced no writers block no squandering of the foolish kind no one no where but the you in I the icing on this cake burning....
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