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May 2015
We are hurtling toward an unknown
dark matter,
I want to explore all your
dark places,
taste
your
secrets
and get lost
in all their crevices.
Our darks cancel each other,
and the sun will emerge
from the black night
of my eclipse,
and you will pull me
from my self-dug grave
and into the light.
Written by
Anna Skinner
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