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Nov 2011
look down into me,
see my light,
it glows in color,
it glows in white,
it knows no bounderies,
and asks for no limits,
I hear a whisper,
and see a glimspe of,
a thought in the air,
an idea in the head,
like ive said,
neither or all are dead
Written by
Tia
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   Joanna and M
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