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Apr 2023
There’s a comfort in the darkness,
an escape,
guided by the gentle glow of stars,
the night sky, a blanket

Are they ever scared?
Or is it just relief,
anything to not face the light
afraid of what it would hold

For it should not be the darkness we’re afraid
but the brightness of morn
where the monsters are freely roaming
whilst licking their lips

And whilst it is cold
it is welcome
compared to the harsh heat
of what may find us come morning
Written by
Poppy  24/F/England
(24/F/England)   
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