For most, night was bleak, day was sleep,   For him, dark lit sky, same as it all A single glare, and revolving glass A bed warmth,   Through blackness, Lying under, A triumphant yellow,   For him, night was light, day was black.   For him, blues were a loss, whites were his home,…

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