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*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences

Darkness

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darkness
it swoops in
laterally
blown from another place
or another time
ready
eager even
to swallow what light remains
but it is helpless
against sleep
through no fault of its own
as slumber
washes away
toxins
accumulated
in the brain

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Written by johnwhays

October 21, 2013 at 7:00 am

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