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Nov 2014
Darkness washes over me
like the unrelenting tides.

As I struggle to rise above it
I open my mouth to cry for help.

But the darkness pours inside,
like water into a drowning man,
cutting off all hope of salvation.

mkt
Michael K Thompson
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Michael K Thompson  Louisiana
(Louisiana)   
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