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Haunted
The lighthouse that doesn't shine, is myself
The ships and boats, are the people I meet
The rocks and land, are the situations I'm in
The debris mixed and broken, are the lives involved
The haunted air, is that of the aftermath
The light that could have been, is advice well missed
The sea and current, is the pressure and influence
From other unlit lighthouses.
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