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Jul 2019
Only one day between heaven and hell.
The darkness comes like a witch's spell.
It rips the heart till you fear it will bust.
**** those who say, "In God we trust."
We dangle alone in this scary place.
False hope makes you feel safe when you should be wary.
And when the terror slaps you in the face...
Better to run than tarry.
Hold on tight
While the light
Flows quickly through your fingers.
Gone and go...but Kiddo knows.
Because I had the chance to tell him so.
Sylvia Dacus
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