The light is brighter than it usually is.
as they hit your eyes and crawl down your face.
to do the things we thought were right.
set your heart in flames and me alight.
I used to dream of mushroom clouds.
Smoke that could block out the light.
Black flames that could eat the sun.
Replace day by permanent night.
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