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an opening five miles wide it is a barren gulf where single flowers grow in a line so straight it curves red on black, black on white pain on beauty, beauty on night and what lies beneath the canyon is simple it is a cake love and hate finely tuned subtrate my buried love inviolate
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toji1970
My poetry can be dark at times I am however quite a cheerful person. I\'ve been writing since 1 was sixteen and I\'ve taken breaks but never really stopped I love it.
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