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Mar 2013
As I lay in bed
the light bending around my fingers
grasping for it,
it escapes flowing onto my arm
It is only a lamp
But the light can still not be held
it is free, but
once the power is gone
Who holds the light?

-Poe (Kyle Baker)
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