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Jun 2017
Pitch black
Sinking, alone
In my own quicksand
But she didn't know

Her eyes
Shining and pure
The path through the fog
A happy allure

My pain
Quietly goes
I didn't notice
And she didn't know

Green eyes
Lamps to her smile
Her soul shines through them
And dances for miles
Written by
Cataggart  F
   a and Kathryn Allen Ferguson
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