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Apr 2020
These eighteen hours long
The clock's gone back
The presence of darkness closes in
Like a warm fuzzy wall
Shrinking the room
Nauseous in my core
Stretching Shrinking
Suddenly I breath
I can experience
A normal night
I can feel the night when it closes in.
Written by
Chris  61/M/NZ
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