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The dark of the night crawls Creeping slowly Suffocating whatever is illuminating. Silhouettes become one with the background. What once were poignant shapes now are ambiguous edges. Where is escape? Imagination trudging looking for a way out. But the night is too dark And this light, for now, is the only temporary comfort. For now. Not ever, I hope.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
Trudge
The dark of the night crawls Creeping slowly Suffocating whatever is illuminating. Silhouettes become one with the background. What once were poignant shapes now are ambiguous edges. Where is escape? Imagination trudging looking for a way out. But the night is too dark And this light, for now, is the only temporary comfort. For now. Not ever, I hope.
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deluterio
Lapu-Lapu City, Cebu
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
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