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White Stick
Summer shower arrives quenching an unknown thirst,
Droplets of release freeing from the worst,
The stubborn blinds slowly drawn back wide,
No longer recognise why there was reason to hide,
Music hits harder, eyes squinted to the new sun,
Munitions of self harm loaded in a holstered gun,
Absent friends, "were they there all along?"
Chemical parole serving right from wrong,
...Tuesday 3rd July 2018 3:58 pm
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