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Jan 2018
An unlit room more or less
I've lied
More
Much more
Black paint under moonlight
Well
Let's forget the moon
But you see the walls still right?
How about drawing the shades
And now I've disconnected the street lights
And every other light
While we're in a mood to disconnect
There goes the rest of them
Now we're talking
Dark
I mean really dark
But I can still feel light pouring in
Spraying on my skin
Oh of course
The sun
It must go
Ah like that
That's better
Oh my God
The stars
How the absence of ours
Illuminates your beauty beyond words
And yet you must go
One by one
Until we have finally arrived
Dark
As if my eyes have been taken apart
Atom by atom
Each wrapped in vantablack
And individually deleted
Darkness that questions reality
As I float adrift
Searching for a way out of this emptiness
That I have trapped myself in
The more I yell
The less I feel
The less I love
The more I cry
And you
Even in the dark
In a blanket of black
I can still see you
For in the absence of everything
Nothing matters but you
Brandon Cotter
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Brandon Cotter  32/M/Sparks, NV
(32/M/Sparks, NV)   
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