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Premium Member 28 Cracks In the Ceiling
...28 Cracks In The Ceiling I take my red-inked dagger in hand And succinctly spew its secrets for all to see. 28 cracks in the ceiling, and I lost count. There’s a storm moving out of the west.......

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Categories: princox, confusion, old, lost, lost,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry