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in the darkest of times where I go

in the darkest of times where I go, is to a place somehow hidden in the midst of pain a place where microbursts of light breaks through to reach us a crack of light like the very one you may have seen on stormy days right at dusk when darkness tried enveloping entire skies but failed fails because the sun sent out a calla grace note so bright it cut across the horizon right into our hearts