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May 2012
Where do I begin?
Certainly can not from the beginning
Enter the darkness again
Exile from the light.

Stay in my infantile thoughts,
My selfish whims,
My horrid delights.
That's what I'll do.

Go back to your silent reverence.
I'll go back to mine.

You want hidden?
I'll be hidden.

You want to be silent?
So will I.
Written by
Kristin Vislocky
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