when i get up.
when i get home.
it's dark all night long.
it's dark
at the job
where i spend my
days
digging for coal.
i'm reading dark novels,
watching dark shows.
writing darkly
about the past.
i feel like
sometimes
i'm on a mean
dark road,
if it wasn't for the light
you give off,
i'd have no clue
as to which direction
to go.
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