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The dark;
It has beauty
The kind that brings out sorrow in humanity.

I saw the light.
Tiny and hostile
Losing ways home.

I tried to reach,
But the chain hissed and
Held me down.

After a rickety of screams,
I heard a hush.
For what do you expect?
The light,
It gazed back.

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