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Motionless twilight enshrouded,
                                          Faceless entities lingered.
Do shadows ever go away,
When darkness hits us do they fade,
Or do they stay there hung in silence,
Blinded by the nights pure violence,
Do shadows ever see the sun,
When given light and told to run,
The shadow that still lives in me,
It craves the dark but fights to see.
Night fell around me
like a wounded animal
in a garden of statues
closing their eyes,
not dreaming,

they are blinded
by the moon
as it cruised by
like a ghost ship,
or a sack of ashes,

the only sound
the quiet humming
of sleeping souls

and a shovel
clearing ground
for digging
the deepest dark hole.
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