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Oct 2021
Shadows consumed the beams before me.

Gritty dust coats the air like a thick haze.

The voices that call out to me have been hushed.

With the glass bridge shattered,

I’m stuck in this grey world alone.

I thought I couldn’t sleep with the light off

but I guess the dark doesn’t bother the blind.
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Nixie  21/F
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