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Luminosity
Darkness abounds, that and the deep sounds, of painful anger, throbbing down, in the down deep within me, not in the flesh, but abused by the sharp darts that she left, thrown with a careless toss, tossed by the loss of respect. Darkness is cured not by more darkness. Hatred is healed not by more hatred. Soothe the sorrow within me, sooth the sore by shining, shine the source upon the wound, Amputate the dark with light. Light upon the darkest night, shine within the deep within me, Radiate the fluffy feeling, Weightless glows from in the night.
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