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Jan 2019
“What Love there is
in dark!”
,exclaimed the wind.
“What Peace is there
in night!”
,cried the ground.
“What Safety there is
in silence!”
,the faucet dripped.

While
the man, with -
white knuckle grip,
hugged his covers
round.
Benjamin Woolley
Written by
Benjamin Woolley  Phoenix
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