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Jan 2018
Face down and alone
In your crystal palace
Cheek pressed against glass
Cracks on ev'ry surface

Fear taking your breath
With each passing moment
The cold hand of death
Closing around your neck

"Is this the end, then?"
The question left hanging
Your wild beating heart
Slowly going silent

The stars disappear
Night reaches its blackest
Then glorious light
Comes piercing the darkness
L S O
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     Cristina and Alasiri T
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