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–
–
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.
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would
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.
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.
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.
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–
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.
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leading
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m
.
home . . .
–
–
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.
.
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.
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away
.
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m
.
home . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
d
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w
n
–
–
–
that
.
relentless
.
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d
.
ravishing,
–
–
rapturous
.
road,
.
.
w
h
e
r
e
.
the
.
shadows
.
roam.
Reflection: This is a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in July of 2022 where the affected party cannot seem to break out of a negative cycle of temptation flirtations that repeatedly consume the soul. I was looking back on the age of disco, and the rampant smoke, sex, drugs, drink, and such as the primary influence when writing this poem. I used the song “Rock On” by David Essex to play in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.