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I have only ever heard snatches of conversation Ranging from arguments to confessions of love Once, a proposal The light blinds me but not the light from fixtures The light from you, my love, my only caretaker From the store I was borne from, I was surrendered, helpless, upon you And began my cycle Bells and songs The sad sobbing, one year "They're gone. They're all gone. Who gets these?" And then stillness. Silence. Darkness.
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
The Life and Times Of A Holiday Ornament
I have only ever heard snatches of conversation Ranging from arguments to confessions of love Once, a proposal The light blinds me but not the light from fixtures The light from you, my love, my only caretaker From the store I was borne from, I was surrendered, helpless, upon you And began my cycle Bells and songs The sad sobbing, one year "They're gone. They're all gone. Who gets these?" And then stillness. Silence. Darkness.
Darkness (noun) -A total or partial absence of light.
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
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