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Jan 2012
Only the echo of reruns exists,
along with the linger of a single tv dinner.
I wish the light would stick around but the past has no light.
And a bright FUTURE could be a faulty bulb.
Only the present carries light, even in the dark.
Even reruns know the show must go on.
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