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There is a light
There is a light that never shines,
It never goes out.
I’ve never spoken of it before,
I’ve never seen it before.
Where the river bleeds into the sky,
I saw you, nothing new, but what shook
The ground:
You saw me.
Nothing shone, our reparations
Were made in the dark,
Behind my eyelids.
Close the music box,
All I want,
No more ringing,
No more singing.
I keep to silence,
So I cannot hear you.
I miss those notes,
That dance upon the stage.
Are you hung upon bad blood,
And hostlities of youth?
Tell me, we’ve grown,
All has been put aside.
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This is a poem of healing, growth, and maturity. It is a poem about growing past old wounds and mistakes made in the flurry of immaturity. It is also a beseechment for a hearing.