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Jan 2013
Although the light is visible,
I can not reach.
The darkness consuming me is thick,
The light inches closer,
Begging for my touch.
It always loses its way.
The darkness following close behind it
Pulls it back into oblivion.
I will never reach it.
The New Kestrel
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The New Kestrel
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