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Feb 2011
the essence of law
standing there
waiting there
for that
beacon of light
when you are
fragile and cold
standing outside of
this place
yet
pressing your hands
firmly against
the window of
justice, still
waiting there
for her
to regain
the moral
compass of sight
then we brake
bread again
Written by
Stu Harley
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