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if Matters Fact
forsaken place
these bars of time
no saving grace
from whence I came
a fence I face
around and round
no end
in chase
to share
I stand alone
to cheat despair
I scratch this poem
of matters fact
it finds no home
amid the care
of drone

By Eezebard_

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