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I have lived among shadows for so long
that sometimes I feel I am one.
The photographs still don’t know my name
they only capture a silhouette
the faint line that traces a trapped soul.
A mask falls before the light and
what is inside me rises as if through an open door
heading toward a blue night.
You will pass through it
and walk into a field of stars.
You will understand that within the abyss of my darkness.
lies a garden of hope.
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