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The Night

The night holds secrets kept in dark and silent shrouds, each escaping the light of morning sun to lay still and quiet unseen, untouched in shaded visions of deaf blindness in narcissistic arrogance, flooded in numb apathy that exudes from depths of impenetrable stoicism unable to surface when the light shines.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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