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WERE IT TOO DARK
Were it too
dark to
to see stars
I’d reach
for
moonlight
to reflect
my solitude
alone. . . I, I
and an image
of you. . .
my soul
still reflects
beams of light
despite sorrow
and decay
I find
no way to
escape
yet realize
I am
not trapped
save by
my own
prison cells
October 2, 1988
