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Sep 2014
Black figments flitting in the corners of my mind.

Shadows fluttering and swelling on the winds of memory, pressing      and closing about me.

Darkness, blinding and choking the light I struggled to gain.

I see blinding light, shredding shadow and opening the world, saving me from myself.

Your eyes.
David Mannheimer
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       Liz Hill
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