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Aug 2010
A quiet dark fills the room.
A silent calm seeps through the cracks,
Crawling through the spaces
Into little crevices,
Through tiny miniscule holes.
The molecules ooze bit by bit.
Immense force builds,
Inevitable, it climbs
Unstoppable, haste less
It drips,
         drops.
Pooling into little lakes, ponds
Droplets bead on the floor,
Others absorbed by books
Cracked open, papers discarded.
It grows larger.
Eating away at the noise
Inch by inch, foot by foot
All of it, consumed, swallowed
Calm nothing, inescapable
Peaceful dark,
Silence complete.
Monica Rose
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