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Oct 2014
It's cold.
It's dark.
It swallows me.
But wait..

There is a light.
It radiates.
It promises.
It loves.

I have to reach,
But the closer I get,
The further it becomes.
Written by
Lily Rose Cape
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   --- and SamanthaW
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