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THE MINE OF TRUTH
dirty and dark
hard to breathe
confused about time
feeling my way
suddenly a light the mother lode revealed at last crystals of truth I clawed them
My own discovery
the truth blinding
age behind me
the light stayed on.
Wednesday 9th December 2015 12:00 pm
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