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Alone in the Gloom

by Karen Joy Alexandria Tolosa

Alone. Frantic. Not until I saw the glimpse of light, the rays of the moon over me. Not alone. Still furious. Of seeking for the stars; Twinkling, falling. It's just there, yet free alone -- not alone. But, still on the search. Perfect star, Where did it go? Found you no more!

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