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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
