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Jun 2016
Ah, the darkness.
The warm, calm darkness.
That satisfying darkness.
I am nothing here.
The world is nothing here.
Everything is darkness here.

The one I love is somewhere near.
The distances are nothing here.
There is only darkness here.
Lark Train
Written by
Lark Train  California
(California)   
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