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Spectres - Rebecca Lucas

As a child you shone a torch under your chin

Projecting distorted shapes on the walls around you

You called them your spectres

This was how you cast your fears

Sometimes I search for you in the darkness

In the stillness of the passing years

I look for chances to pull you from the void you passed to

To give you a light to guide you here

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