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Monday, December 17, 2018
Darkness
If there is
a scent of black
It's in this room
The night crawls
through the windows
engulfs the belongings
as light fades away
The way it waits
to creep into
my tiny space
I just face
its raze
with fear
and my slightly
dented grace
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