Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it's gone. — Ashly Lorenzana
Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it's gone. — Ashly Lorenzana
Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it's gone. — Ashly Lorenzana
Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it's gone. — Ashly Lorenzana
Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it's gone. — Ashly Lorenzana
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Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it's gone.

— Ashly Lorenzana
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More “Darkness” Quotes

Why are doors more difficult to openas if some sadness were leaning against them?Why do windows darken and trees bendwhe — Stephen Dobyns, Velocities: New and Selected Poems, 1966-1992
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