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Who do you go to when there's nothing left?
Cast off
Left here alone…
And here, time to think
The sand long fallen
With it my soul sinks
Left here without…
Listening, not breathing
Through the darkness peering
What my soul feared most
Crying heart pains…
No single sight of hope
Timeless darkness passed
And helpless through it grope
Severed,
Alone and without
The branch cut
And cast away
No heart, no home, no hope, no life
But even in the blinding darkness I can see…
-James Mungall
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