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Savior?
I used to be a savior, always to the rescue,
Then I tumbled down a dry well,
On a vast land of seclusion
As people refused to pay their dues.
What do I see for miles and miles?
An unending bed of gold dust;
I'm fighting through the wind of vile
Shivering with hunger and thirst
Suddenly, I spot two arms wide open,
In the squiggly vision of blur,
Perhaps he's...
Sunday 15th January 2017 6:51 am
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