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Sep 2014
It's dark, it's cold, it's lonely, it's home

Lights turned off, locked in my room
I stare with smiles, at the absence of the moon
I get familiar once again with the lingering darkness
It eases my pain and takes away this sadness
And as I stare into this oblique blackness
I think of bad and all beastliness
Devouring up every soul, giving up no kindness

In darkness, I find solace
In it, I find peace
In darkness, I plead no case
In it, I find me
The darkness is here
And it's come to stay
Do not be scared my dear
For if you're with darkness...there's nothing left to fear
Emmanuel Coker
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Emmanuel Coker  London
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