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sometimes the lightest light comes from the darkest dark.

listen to it. build your backbone on it. stretch your body against its skyscrapers; rest your body in its sunken valleys. dye it pink with the blood from your open wounds-- the wounds that it gave you with its precise edges and falls.

like sunflowers in the sun. like marigolds in the moonlight. you crawl for it, you rise for it, you breath speak eat for it. you want it. and here you are, wanting it; having it.