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:: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman :: | |||||||||||||||
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Sometimes I am scared That my life is Dwindling into Nothing. Like in an ocean Drifting away From the lights on the coast Helplessly. That one bright light Seems so far away But it tells me where I am. Beaming into the Dark crevices Of my heart. Guiding me to Love. Bringing me to Myself. Goodnight, My special Lighthouse. -----12 April 98, Haplo and Albert |
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