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Nov 2013
My sweet darkness,
My twilight,
My home.
When will I return?
I long to escape this light
where I am nothing more than his shadow.
I am nothing here…
Nothing.
And she looked at me with such grace.
Such mercy…
This world is not hopeless it seems.
For the Sparrows
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For the Sparrows  Earth.
(Earth.)   
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   Taru M, Emily Tyler and Timothy
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