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Darkness is funny in the ways he works. I feel him embrace me from behind, like old friend's surprises In a room full of fresh bright and clean faces, I only recognize one There will be only him to run back to. I picked the name as darkness arbitrarily. He goes by loss, despair, many others he doesn't want me to say I try to ditch him, to unfriend this glitch in my normality, turn every corner looking for a way to unhook myself from this line I use him as he engulfs me, intensely scales as I excuse myself from dinner. He doesn't leave, turning to faces surround me he will be there A stench of a disaster, stains on holy clothes, we will not be separate The days I have without him are short, warm, comforting There's that word, I burn uneasy from that name than I do of my old friend He knows how to cloth me willed days to be long, lost and cold. I run to find the ease of unhappiness and solitude day in and day fall I don't mean to be rude, I must go, I'm in need of darkness.
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
My Old Friend
Darkness is funny in the ways he works. I feel him embrace me from behind, like old friend's surprises In a room full of fresh bright and clean faces, I only recognize one There will be only him to run back to. I picked the name as darkness arbitrarily. He goes by loss, despair, many others he doesn't want me to say I try to ditch him, to unfriend this glitch in my normality, turn every corner looking for a way to unhook myself from this line I use him as he engulfs me, intensely scales as I excuse myself from dinner. He doesn't leave, turning to faces surround me he will be there A stench of a disaster, stains on holy clothes, we will not be separate The days I have without him are short, warm, comforting There's that word, I burn uneasy from that name than I do of my old friend He knows how to cloth me willed days to be long, lost and cold. I run to find the ease of unhappiness and solitude day in and day fall I don't mean to be rude, I must go, I'm in need of darkness.
Koukla
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19/F/Washington
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
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