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Sep 2012
As I walk through this desolate wasteland, I am searching.
Never has it been clearer that I must find you, before it’s too late.
Where have you gone?
I close my eyes and I see your glow, blinding my vision.
Beautiful, although uneasy I am left.
So on I push, through the loneliness that I am surrounded by.
The darkness has entangled my arms, invaded my mind.
I plead for serenity, longing to see your glow amongst the desert.
Where was it, that dark place I lost myself in?
It is familiar, as if I never left, as if I’m still there.
Kara Mackie
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