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Dec 2017
During the night is when one can gaze upon true darkness.
The pitch black of not being able to see your hand in front of your face.
The veil of shadows cast over your eyes rendering you blind.
The unnerving twilight that consumes you.
The obscuring presence that surrounds you.
But all of that changes with the smallest glimmer of light.
Written by
Thepillar  21/M/Italia
(21/M/Italia)   
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