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Mar 2011
A single white dot in the middle of blackness.
A single white dot is all I can see.
Will this small dot set me free?

The harder I try to reach it, the more impossible it seems.
If I could only move more quickly, maybe then it would get caught,
that unattainable white dot.

I will strive for this dot for all eternity,
though the possibilities of reaching it are rare;
because if I stop now, the guilt would be far beyond compare.
© 2003 Megan M Kirby
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