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Monday, 1 February 2016

The sharpness of darkness.

Trapped in the hollow
with only the echo to follow
asking god if its his strength you can borrow
to gift the sight to see tomorrow.

For the dark has blades
cut wounds, leave scars, time wont fade.

Life spent stood, next to an unmarked grave.