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Jan 2014
Sunrise towards my mental reflection;
Contemplating where my journey is directed.
Lying in the sweat of broken slumber;
The days are short and unevenly numbered.
Living in the darkness; dying in the light.
Silenced in the morning; tormented in the night.
Tested by devils and beaten by saints;
Waiting for the promise of mercy and grace.
David W Jones
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David W Jones  Las Vegas, Nevada
(Las Vegas, Nevada)   
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   ABHINESH BACHCHAN
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