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Dec 2016
Every man has nightmares
he battles throughout existence
Shoulders heavy, hands held tight
His greatness measured by night

For that's when he's truly alive
Hiding under the cover of darkness
Eyes closed
Afraid, yet free

ALONE

For until the light
That's what he makes himself

A warrior still
Written by
Prescott Robbins  Irvine, Ca.
(Irvine, Ca.)   
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