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By Steven Thomas

do you remember me?

The darkness to my light,

The light to your darkness,

Each holding a piece of the other within ourselves.

Always running through my mind, you now sit quietly waiting for the moment my

thoughts run dry so you can flood me with more.

Stored negative emotions tend to spill out whenever I hear your name.

Infamous,

In this world so twisted with people who would abuse the power they’ve been gifted, you

lifted me up,

at one point.

All that shit is dismissive.

Gone in the wind within a labyrinth of catacombs satiated with lost souls, hopes, and

dreams.

Some days I like to look back on to reminisce,

And to wonder, “do you feel the same?”

If we’re so different, then I doubt it.