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April 26, 2004 - A poem about Fear

Dark Holding

If I go blind, see for me.
Lead me through a darkened life,
as I shuffle towards a change of light.

If our eyes no longer intersect,
tell me the way onward.
Still without words.

When the hood of these eyes,
is forever noosed and tightened,
will you be my guide?


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