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Darkness Is Nigh
Tired and low.
The world moves in slow pulses,
in and out.
Blood pumps and flows like waves in a tube.
Hot then cool.
Eyes sting when blinks slowly mash
eyelashes together.
Lips lick the dryness away.
The aches of the day
fill arms and legs.
Fleeting thoughts
catch the dregs of the day,
and let them fly away.
The mind buzzes, but no love comes.
The ceiling hums.
Breaths long and low,
push myriad decaying cells towards a distant oblivion,
their inexhorable destiny.
All appears still.
One tear escapes an eye.
It runs towards an ear to die.
Darkness is nigh.
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