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Light

a string of light grazed my hand


it was when I said no to a friend

that nothing began making any sense


when i talked i realized i spoke the language of a different land

those whom i at last would come to befriend

when i walked i realized i felt support from the flesh of a different land

one where i at last knew how to stand


but i would never see it in this life, or at least


that was the Plan



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