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Visions
only in the dark
a stick
guides me down cobbled stone streets
fear once gripped me, now runs
coffee with phantoms
dead and blind make good friends
pretty lies
pretty dark
in darkness I hide
pretty skies
wine falls
wayside
broken glasses
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2018
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