22 : YOU TAKE MY LIGHT WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT.

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I notice that
whenever I'm
playful and bright
your skies illuminate.

When
you're sorrowful
you inhale all
my light.

Please don't.

—YOU TAKE
MY LIGHT
WHENEVER
YOU FEEL
LIKE IT.

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