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May 2019
If I ever said I revel in darkness,
I misspoke.
If I ever sang the praises of dusk,
I was mistaken.

Because it’s not the dark I enjoy,
nor is it the night I adore.
I realize that now.

It’s the contrast
β€”the beautyβ€”
of the specks of light
shining through the black sky,
the heroes who are not fazed by the sunset.
I realize that now.

I realize that now, on a cloudy night.
Written by
Chabadtzke  19/M/New York
(19/M/New York)   
     James Newton and ConnectHook
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