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Darkness meets light in the most unusual of places,

Words appear to the speechless at the dead of the night

And the drowning man learns to swim

Charity is given,

Conscience is appeased,

But the battle for belief rages on

The fools crowd the streets,

While the rest of us practice apathy in our dark rooms

Scribbling thoughts into white paper,

Then swallowing them whole,

Weary of the watchful eye

 

 

 

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