Better things were done in the dark,
when no one could think about credit,
or voyeurism,
or looking the other way,
but looking inward,
better things were always done that way,
and that way again,
and maybe we would never know they were done,
but we would be breathing because it had been so,
because they had been so,
because they had thought,
this is so, so much bigger than me
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