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Aug 2021
As the darkness covers all,
All of above and of below,
As the night's hugging man's soul,
One ought resist not hidden glow.

As the silence starts to grow,
Buried fear must then unfold.
Shall now face he purest blow
Of the feelings that one holds.
breeze
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