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Aug 2010
Broken free
of frayed edges.
On the brink of complete
and enveloping darkness.
Staring down... down
into it.
It had been here all along.
Awoken only when i
began to wonder.

Flightless black
pulling down...
A cancer of sorts.
I call its name,
and inside ME
the reply sounds
Written by
Daniel august
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