December 23, 2009
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Gazing at the test,
A beacon of light
Warms my throbbing head.

The bale of stress crushing my agony
Is uplifted by Hope’s brawn and is plunged
Into an ocean of forgetfulness, where
Stress is dragged to away
And is cured by Hope’s glistening rays.

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