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Created on: February 24, 2010
from Lightness bleeds the Dark within.
prancing demons, this bleak chagrin
to form no mind in sturdy paths
nor write the wailing epitaphs.
of goodly parents, came the boy
who taught in empathy, soothes, & joy.
yet, mired in his own demise
were varied views in dark disguise.
now, a shadow plagues sad dreams
wherein green meadows, to free his being,
he shouts towards heavens rolling clouds,
until the rains dream-cleanse the shroud.
and soaked in tears of heaven-sent,
he bears a good & wicked blend
of prose to meet such unruly fire
that burns of moist auburn desire.
please all bear witness to the juncture
when piercing bleeds this open puncture
and droplets of both Light and Dim
will dance in puddles of tangled whim.
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