when the light goes out
and all you see,
is inky black,
that slowly seeps,
into your being,
into your core,
don't look for a candle,
to light up a door;
look into the inky black,
close your eyes, and
feel it slowly hack,
the layers of soot
hardened with time,
to reveal the lamp
forgotten and left behind.
and all you see,
is inky black,
that slowly seeps,
into your being,
into your core,
don't look for a candle,
to light up a door;
look into the inky black,
close your eyes, and
feel it slowly hack,
the layers of soot
hardened with time,
to reveal the lamp
forgotten and left behind.
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