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Feb 2016
Closer to my soul the sword of man does sharpen
I cannot fight though my eyes by hate will darken
They dilate because my heart won’t let the light in
If only the tide washed up on the right side

There’s no place for a man with no power to live
What he must take is harder than what he can’t give
The time to repent is the moment you can’t forgive
If only the tide would choose instead of divide
Mark Lecuona
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