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Jan 2015
Upon the brink
Of rock laiden terrain
And where rocks sink
Is the one in pain

Who aches to sail
Away from woe
To turn their tail
Away from home

Mind stained red
But eyes set blue
Held thoughts unsaid
That don't align true

And so for the one
The world is darkened
Wayward to yellow sun
Arcing as  gates tend

Crossing the brink
From the high cliffs
lowering to sink
As their spirit lifts
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