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The Terrible Light
Scarred hours disfigure days.
My blistered soul begs for rain,
but there is no rain.
No place to take refuge.
You were my light.
Now I am lost in a land where light has no mercy,
where the sun burns me outright.
Unable to think about you and
unable to stop thinking about you,
I see you every where in this ragged country.
My lidless eyes cannot turn away.
I call out your name,
your dear, sweet name,
only to be left with a mouthful of dust.
sexta; copyright 1999
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