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Mar 2013
The morning light flickers through and I,
I hold the dawn in my arms.
And I hear the sweet soft breeze of breath,
and here we have no fear of harm.

But we have learned that once we rise,
there is much to fear.
For I have broken many promises,
and I have cut you deep my dear.
Lucent in Tenebris
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