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Apr 2016
when I look deep down the well of my inner being,
there's a blinding darkness I can barely see,
yet a light that's quite as faint as it could be...
a wild looking child, who looks an awful lot like me,
the eyes are which illuminate, from a tearful shimmery,
trapped inside a prison...
my fears the lock and key.
Randy Lee
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Randy Lee  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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