Painting the Darkness
the color of Darkness
is only in the state of mind
where tunnels of light are never kind
it slithers through your fingers and doesn't make a sound
it wants to stay and play forever
but it is only hourly bound
for those who see and those who don't
for those who pretend and others who won't
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