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no time no place

Dark corners, smothering emptiness
That turns the key that holds tight
The pervasive resonance of bleak cold
Corridors of patience, halls of waiting
 
Dark crevices, smouldering embers igniting
Dark fissures, slits exude plumes of nightmares, panic
Hooded figures, a mirrors reflection of inner fuel
A glimpse of a friend, his face is mine

(2013)

Wandering around an unfamiliar house without light

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