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As still as water,
Yet not even half as calming.
Foretells the darkness.
back again
I sit quietly
picturing your almond eyes,
and I am content.
first poem in ages. I'm much better.
Saturnine glances,
around the dusky basement.
I swallow my pride.
back again, but not much different
i don't want to die.

i simply want to stop existing.
Night is upon us,
Let's run away together!
Haste is a virtue.
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