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Jan 2015
sliding into the black-dark
where no streetlamps break
false sunshine into the night
we wait in our caves, warm
with electric candles bright
light pinpricked in black earth
where little people dwell
in the shelter of the milky-way
Written by
nivek
347
   chimaera, --- and Alin
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