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Jul 2016
She was fond of the light
Yet he kept her in the dark

Her smile faltered
Her heart grew weary
I knew she was tired.

But despite that,
She still clings onto hope
That maybe one day

One day...

Things could go back
To the way they were
Before her eyes went dim

And she could no longer see
the light.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
Cyrille Octaviano
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Cyrille Octaviano
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