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Jul 2010
Pinpoint me
Towards light
For its passage
Is never visible.

Shun death
And take my hand
For the eternal travel
Of souls.

The place is dark.
I can't walk with my own
Guiding lamp, no more oil
Left to burn.
Written by
Dennis Go
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