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May 2015
It demands to be remembered.
It will stain your sight,
you can't see straight.
You'll build barriers and scream when you're blinded.
When it rests, you're attracted to the open atmosphere:
when slumber absorbs the sky.
It's everywhere.
It's contrasting abstractly, like puffy brush strokes.
Yet no one ever seems to notice the light when it's keeping you
alive.
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