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Balance
He is the light to my day and I am the peace to his night.
Without him the cold would set in and the dark all around
but without me the rest does not come and the world wont go round.
We rise and fall like the bounce of a ball but never do we stand still.
And in the dark he rests his light, while mine beats to the sill.
His light is yellow, orange, and white,
But never ...
Friday 15th June 2018 2:26 am
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