When did we become
ourselves despite
whatever darkness
came along -
tucked into the corners
waiting to seep out
and cover all the color
with pure black?
We scraped it back
mixed it in
and somehow
kept our hearts
contained inside
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When did we become
ourselves despite
whatever darkness
came along -
tucked into the corners
waiting to seep out
and cover all the color
with pure black?
We scraped it back
mixed it in
and somehow
kept our hearts
contained inside