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Like the morning Sun
Warming my soul
His touch thought lite
Makes ripples in the ocean
A gong of light
Blurring my vision
Only to make clear
Everything I see
Darkness fights
To break me
Pull me away
From this gravity
This attraction
Unavoidable
Pulling my soul
To the Center of all
Brian Mullins© 2011
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