pencil etchings upon my translucent sheets. by -D

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Jun 2012

I am terrified
of nightfall--
A time when
I succumb--
Consume myself in
sweet revulsion--
The sun dwindles
and I--

I'm just beginning
to rise.

Written by

-D the ambiguous space.

(the ambiguous space.)

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