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The Light.

I woke from the headlight, I reached, I confused the light.

I paid for my sins, I waited. She cried for the light.

That I could not see out of the grips of his hand, her light.

His stern hand, shook mocking me hiding the light.

I try each day to be better for her for me for the light.

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Sep 10, 2013
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