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The Mime
A growing, restless feeling,
Creeping through my soul,
Forsaking the spirit, that which hath fed it's life.
Searching death and yearning the darkness,
At war with the light- a battle against the living,
Yet in the end, what conquers all is the undeniable faith,
Or forever thou shall sleep.--buttons
written April 1998
Added 25 August 1998
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