darkness
of
night
captured on a whim.
brush strokes
layer
upon
layer,
gathering.
now i can see.
the damage
is limited
to this visual thing.
the mind
determines
good
from
evil.
it is a necessary precaution.
i need this outlet.
breathe in the changes.
(1-17-2016)
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