A light like this is never gone
Well
It is
But it made its mark
The air we breathe has an imprint
Think about space
And how everything takes it up
So even once it is gone
It remains like a bubble
Where it was
The envelope that you take up
Is filled with only yourself
So how does it fill right back up
Just because you remove yourself
9/23/2014
Riley Welch
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