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purposes for existence swirl in the forgotten soul,
as shadows catch up to take back what they stole,
a hand reaches out with fingertips in the light,
glowing on the skin the nails burn bright,
the bouncing light hits those shadows behind,
fading them just enough to render them blind,
reaching the whole hand to the light with pale skin,
as they still grip from the back deep within,
pushing harder as the arm and face touch the beam,
the shadows pull more breaking the seam,
ripping and tearing while fighting through,
the light needed so much too,
falling out of the darkness and into the bright coloured floor,
it touches the skin as soaking in more,
the shadows stay back scared of it,
as the soul is filtered where it will sit,
standing in the warmth to look at the tree,
as finally the soul is able to be free.