these words are just a black box on a falling plane
a drowned memory in an ocean plain.
lost within a trackless train.
stained with blood and promises now slain.
lost deep in the shade.
and there in that dark place laid,
is the only light I ever made.
you watch as it begins to fade.
Ben Sidorenko's Writing 
How come I hated reading and analyzing writings in school, but when I read your stuff I actually enjoy it
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