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Jul 2018
It is not the darkness of a cold empty room in which I fear so deeply, for it is the sinister thoughts of a tormented lover which seek shelter there, hidden within the spaces that linger, the suppressive silences of this pitch black obis, where nothing associated with light nor love dare to penetrate, how I yearn for your light once more, oh how I yearn.
Written by
James
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