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Snippets of aurora

gone unnoticed,

just like yesterday

once a night again,

lamps shine so bright,

yet too go noticed not.

How and when,

did we get here?

we got here then,

when we stopped fighting,

not against each other,

but for each other.

You only notice,

the effort of a lamp,

once it's switched off.

you only crave,

more of a smoothie,

once you see the bottom.

Maybe perhaps then,

when we stopped trying,

to make things right

between us then,

when we had gotten

so much used to each other.

nov ember (the black poet)

*woes of a sombre heart*

November Wordsworth