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jdmaraccini Aug 2016
Stretched out arms in front of me, I raise my pen of indignation
Insults driven by pain and fury, I shudder over a wounded friend
Locked inside a broken candle, my temper burns the threaded key
Symbols light a fragile mantel, a place to share my poetry
Underneath the starry night, I take flight with no mistake
Bouncing off these walls of darkness, I hope this dream never ends
I hope I never wake
JDMaraccini
2016

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