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22 January 2006

You walk the border
of night and death.
Wavering, always wavering.
Your mind wandering
and maybe staring
or maybe falling
into a dark cesspool
of your own pain.
Anguish, grief, and despair
stare back.
Yet there is no one
to save you.

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