fresh trash!
The cave that is there holding all the black inside.
Looked like there was no place for us.
But we took light in there and saw it shrink.
Making room for us.
And all the light shrunk and died.
And we turned back, black.
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3 comments:
Superbly brilliant! I love the way you have described the coal mine - combustion of coal as the focal point. This post is hot!
:)
you found a new meaning in my post friend!
Beautifully written!
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