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dark

silence harks mixed with variables

the light before dark

everything is terrible

living and breathing within blackness

left with feelings of feelings

feeling

light above the knees

scarce below the feasible leaf

believe in the means

this makes me seem unreasoning

towards the things

I seem to believe light will over come me

light

seeing through the black

but the white beams right

dark becomes light

bad seems right

correct becomes erect in the lack of fright

fear

controlling the future

tears have rolled

suture the destiny and unfold

stitch by stitch

rich my soar is not

chore to tame pain is forgot

frame, shame, and the blame game continually sot