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May 2016
We are but dying lights,
In this reality of dark,
Our wicks, we all burn shorter.
As more lights fade from view,
Our gaze caresses darkness.
And what can one man do,
When all the lights die out.
Jack Michael Westland
Written by
Jack Michael Westland  Aberdeen, Scotland
(Aberdeen, Scotland)   
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