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Feb 2012
The light gets ****** away,
with a simple twisted hand,
allowing no euphoric bliss.
Views of the world narrow
but can never close.
Agony of the days gone by,
allusions of light,
just a trick of the eye,
screams for total darkness,
if only for a night.
Michael Harper
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