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Feb 2018
I was there
so deep into the abyss
that light burned when I faced the day
so lost in the comfort of night
that I knew not the warmth of the Sun
I crept closer to the reaper's door
my words became razors
my heart an open wound
yet there was one who refused to leave
when the darkest night arrived
and took the final cut
meant for me
oldie
Thomas P Owens Sr
Written by
Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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