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Jul 21
We were electric
but then the breaker blew
how I wish that we could flip a switch and get that light back
but for now the lights have turned out and we must find solace in the dark
something I was always afraid to be alone in
because when a sense like sight is taken from you, all that's left is the unknown of what lies ahead
Maybe one day the breaker will flip and we can get our light back
Keah Jones
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Keah Jones  The Moon
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