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Like a black hole

you feel as though you’re falling

your Soul

calling

calling out for relief

which you can never receive

until the thief

frees you from those who deceive

from those who hurt

from those who maim

from those who desert

and those who claim

once you leave

then you are home

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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