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May 2019
Another sun sets
I watch the night creep  
The color is ****** from the world
Vanishing before my very eyes
I crumble to my knees and beg
I wish only to be
Like the trees and houses
That vanish within
The tidal wave of darkness.
Christopher Black
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Christopher Black  New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)   
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