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Aug 2010
I missed your hand,
As you reached out
to stop my fall.

It was too late
When I finally saw it
already slipping past.

Into the void,
Hope's bright light
Slowly fading
to black.

Spinning in a sea
of endless dark,
I am lost.

How long has it been?
How much longer?
(c) Jesse Bourque
Jesse Bourque
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