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Lightning By Drew Owen

It’s never been a matter of light.

Only I thought it was demons in spite.

But when you hold the bright to see.

It’s just a reflection of me.

Nothing but darkness surrounds.

All of my hope out of bounds.

But like a storm does the light strike.

And it’s brightness like a pike.

So while the surround is ever dark.

There’s always the core light to spark.

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