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Poem, come to me, splash your words across my page,
on the mud and grass someone

calls home.
Shadows to light, is there
hope? Poem...I think I can see you.

I climb the ladder bended
with light,

or shadows.

Where are you poem, come enlighten my thoughts tonight.

Go through the door, which I can't see, nevermore. The shadows are sucking the light.

Poem, poem, here you are, but can you save the rest of us all?

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