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September 29, 2016

I like the poem, but wish it had a title.

"You must suffer me to go my own dark way"

In the darkness

I see the silhouette

of that old emotive door,

where beyond its wooden lore

lies the world we shared,

yet the darkness consumes

and there is no way through,

I am trapped

in the pitch with only

slithers of you.

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