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The White Dark
Behind me, A candle sinks Into a pool of wax. Beyond me, The moon rises. Above black mountains- Carboard cutouts propped against a grey expanse. And the moonlight, Bathes me in pure white. I yearn to sit here, To stop the sand slip through my fingers. But you turn and whisper- "Can you not hear the silence wail?" I feel the darkness once more.
