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Black

I can see a light
Shining,bright,hot
But it keeps moving away
betrayed,cold,sore

I can feel electric surges still
they pulse through me now
But they are uneven
Broken,ripped,torn

I can feel color around
shining and beaming
but i crave for black
Craving, wanting more



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