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The light said stand, the cave said sleep.

The cave said look, here are the eyes
that mocked you, the hands that cast you out,
said sleep, your sisters need their grief.

The light said rise, step out of your sorrows,
let them follow only if you choose.
The light said choose.

Because the light outside was simple,
because its urgency was born inside,
and because the cave could replace me,

I chose and rose into morning.


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