Light In the roads of weary I adorn the eyes that lead the way The stones scrape knees as I fall from voices My pleas; he comes Fighting all of the noises To rain that splatter on the tips of morgues My tongue stands still to the bitterness of what I hold Opening my sight I see an diamond smile For the fear I had no more Because of my light.
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