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Dec 2012
Looking to the future is looking
Onward into the past.
Never may you discover
Even the dimmest
Light in the depths;
In the reality of the dark.
No escape to pleasure the
Elegant figure inside.
She lacks presence;
She lacks relief.
Thomas Crone
Written by
Thomas Crone  Saratoga Springs, NY
(Saratoga Springs, NY)   
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