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May 2016
blackness comes fourth
light is no more
with nothing to see
no place where it's safe to go
it's like been buried alive
but when you try to scratch your way out
there's no box keeping you in
it's like your in a black void
one that no matter how far you try to run
you'll never reach the end
Michael Hill
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Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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