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Nov 2016
If it wasn’t for darkness,
I don’t know if I could see.
Eternal night and black air
and sharp streaks of blue lightning
brought me closer to noticing
a convenient life ignored way back.

These shockwaves
and the pleasures of you
are not going unnoticed.

And I promise
these fleeting things,
these peaceful chemicals,
dripping between crevices
and cracks in my brain
aren’t going away.

This time might be short
the end of us might be rearing in
and I want you to know
I won’t ever want
to forget us.
Chase Graham
Written by
Chase Graham  DC
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