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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1498608

We find ourselves by looking to our past

Staring into dust stained pictures

His soul was there to see,

Like the pale moon on a cloudless night

Mystical and uncertain.



Dark shadows and sins,

Vibrant faces now worn,

Nowhere to go now

But forward into dawn.
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