i've sat here before,
more
than a million times.
i believe in everything
when this room is quiet.
i trust the dark,
just as long as there is some type of
light
that i can hold,
and sometimes that light pulls me
to places that shine
on the alphabet
of the letters
that form
the meat
and bones
of something
that i am trying
to describe.
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