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Blackness
All is wrapped in blackness
Covered overall
Blankets of blackness

Can't even see my fingers
In front of my eyes
Moving like ballet dancers
in slow motion

And a sound reminding me of
Bugle calls
Hurricanes my heart into
commotion

But waiting is never wasted time
Waiting is never wasted time

Even loneliness is full of life
Loneliness itself is fill of life
Waiting to be discovered

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