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A vine stretches across the sky
My hands reaching out to find
An empty void left unknown
Filled with terror if left alone
Broken would've been ok
Destroyed is how it is today
Angels wings stained in rage
Again alone in my own cage

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.