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the sentinel in the dark

the sentinel in the dark
talks to me of things he felt but never saw

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Night ride

Climb astride, gallop
I’ll be your steed for the night
Ride me without fear

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violin

Loneliness is not the broken violin,
it is not the worn strings
or the useless bow.

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