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A Poem by Install88

I always try to find a light in all my darkness. This is one such attempt. Also a copy form my site.

In darkness they spoke. In sorrow it crept.
Out of the jolt. It’s all that was left.
Left of this life. If that it be called.
The death of one is the death of us all.
But deaths not to blame all will be right.
Out of the darkness, cometh light.

© 2013 Install88

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Added on May 31, 2013
Last Updated on May 31, 2013
Tags: Dark, poem, death, fear, light

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Install88

san antonio, TX

About

I Write To stay living. It is a deep and very connected part of who I am as a being. Most of my works tend to be on the dark side of things. Dark fantasy, Horror, thrillers, or anything that may screw.. more..

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