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Lamp

The lamp stood,distant

lone

Its monotonous hum,

coalescing to

the sounds of the night

It’s arched neck protruding 

Casting sodium light onto

a still monochrome of life

Thoughts are drawn 

like moths to the light 

To flutter vainly 

In the still monochrome 

The hum of the night

◄ Sound in the silence

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