many did not know where the light had gone
to become everything so tragically like
but it does not matter
many did not know where the light had gone that seemed so difficult
to be controlled
to arrange thoughts in the head
between the heads
temporary
environment
definitely in front
more in front of the sun from where the light had come
he looked and where she went when she walked back
further back
further back
from the moon from which she had fallen
and many did not know where the light was going to forget
and many
and everything you knew about light in other things
what you choose for yours
what light you touched with your light and how
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