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When the Darkness Scoffed
Is this one of those final nights?
His cautious mind begins to think,
And the only existing light
Begins to perpetually blink.
Is this one of those final nights
Where the blank page waits
For the last bit of the ink,
And the equivocal breaths
Insinuate that the lungs
Are beginning to sink?
Is this one of those final nights
Where the evening sky
Sets ...
Wednesday 14th August 2024 4:26 pm
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