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Mar 2011
I travel your caves ,
Some deep -
Some shallow.
Most stray away from your dark
Exterior,
That induces terror ,
Implies death.

Those who cannot see your beauty - who
Has known this world and pasts ,
We run instead of learning your knowledge.
Written by
lacey deere
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