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Sep 7
I am
addicted
to these
Rations of the Spirit
I hoard them
like
an internee
denied the
abundance
of this world
Desperate for
sustenance
and
hoping
their sheer
quantity
will stay
the night
and magic
the darkness
away
WordsandotherTrash
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WordsandotherTrash  45/M/US
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