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To be the Son
like the others
creating light.
helping me see at night.
but by its self
different.
a million miles away from a brother
longing to find another.
must be lonely
in the pitch black
being wished on but having no wish.
stuck alone in the abyss
who knew
someting so similar. so familiar.
flying right by.
something just like itself
but somehow faster. brighter.
then in an istant.
gone.
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