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Do you ever look where the walls meet

Where the spiders creep

Where light is cut by shaddow

Is its signicance only known

By me

Cause Im staring

Its where decsions are made

Day by day

It stays the same

Its cut cold its assonice fortold

By the switch on the wall

Controaled by one digit

Thought difficult but isnt

Choices clear as day

When looked at in the right way

The shaddow has no fight

When you use light

Its there inside

Im always trying to hide

Letting its glow show

Without being known

Its an act hard to keep intact

But Light fills in pitch Black

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