LXIII

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These shadows, they speak in tongues. calling. grabbing me into their midst

i don't know my way out. i can't find the light

i'm lost in this hell. crying out the words nobody can hear

the light shows. the golden touch of an angel rescuing me from this darkness. carrying me away, safe in his arms—forever i want to stay.


-darkness—light 



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