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Sep 2020
I tremble, I shiver,
your light made me wither,
as I crawled away in awe.
The vastness of your being,
brought me a sense, a second seeing.
The tense and terror crept up and
I fell down, breaking both my eyes
and legs, the rest, eaten by a gull
or a mouse.

I wish I never chose to work
at that wretched lighthouse.
Man, what great movie.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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