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Poem One
Sep 28, 2008 23:30
Midnight
In dire times, the distance of the light feels dreadful.
Darkness seems to boat the dying into death.
The downfall seems defining as it becomes darker.
In the darkness of despair, the blind man reigns without dispute.
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