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Near dusk on empty
street
Strange woman whom
no one can reach
Where will she find
a place to sleep?
Or a heart that she
can keep?
She had lost
everything in her life
Faith is currently
what left behind
She's ever looking
for a seabed to dive
Wishing for a sparkling
hope to find
The gray light of
an afternoon
Rapidly fading into
horizon
Her shadow curled
deep into stone
Now she finds her
way back home
(Bety, August 2012)
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