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ErnestParadise
There isn't any rhyme in the changing seasons. Stripped of sense and lost in feelings. Conscious of this but all else fades to backdrops. Shining like that lights the bright doesn't come as gifts, it's seen as servitude. Like darkness, unaware of all lights greatness, like darkness unexpected of(more)
delqueatrix
The comforting blanket of syllogism.
Blots out the light, helps with sleep.
But it's high noon.
You're supposed to be awake.