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Dec 2014
Walking through a valley
A shadow
Of red
We see what is before us
We see inside our dreams

The white light comes
Then the second white light
Then the infinite

Then we just stand there
Dead inside

But we're still alive

As we close our eyes
We remember each tear
No longer do we fear

The crimson mirror

shattered on the ground...

Luck never finished the journey
Moving on
Written by
Bobbie Bachelor  Canada
(Canada)   
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