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Overhead,
millions of pinpoint imperfections
light the night sky.
They remind him that,
although the darkness now is heavy,
it is only helpin..
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a homesickness for a place which you have never been to.
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“Life is like a lantern,”
said the Darkness to Light.
“It burns brightly for a while,
but ultimately flickers out
beneath the S..
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There is no other choice to be made.
The Universe has made it clear that
you are mine and
I am yours
until the end of time,
until the stars fa..
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The thunder fills the empty space
until he is deafened by it,
and he cowers
beneath cotton mountains
in a futile attempt to escape the noise.
Bu..
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It has always been there,
the burning deep inside.
Some days, it is welcoming,
like the warmth of a hearth-fire
in the bleak cold of winter.
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