Poetry for Four
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Last published Sun, Mar 4, 2018
Off we go. Up, up, and away! Off into the darkness, the clouds, the swirls of feelings. Just keep going. Don't stop. Push through it all. But take a break every once in a while. And visit me here in a pit of blackness. Don't make me lonely.
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