Blind Spot

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Slowly wandering

Watching for your light

Though I know it won't be there

It still isn't right

You held meaning to me

I felt it was there

But it seems to you not to be

Wandering alone without you there

Why should I even care?

Now I see a glimmer

A light of truth

Walking ever so slowly

Creeping at its edge

Somehow I know

You save me from falling off the ledge

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