Colorless figures in the illuminating light,
in the dark we're all alike,
only when interrogated by the brightness
we are exposed to reality.
All our lies hidden beneath the dark,
whispers of truth passed between each beam of light.
Standing under the lamppost of clarity,
all secrets are revealed.
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Author:
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