The dark around,
letting in not anything,
not a single sound,
hands moving in the pitch black,
looking for an end.
An end to this room,
an end,
one that would be too good to be true.
An escape,
maybe,
I could chase it,
yet I know it would be a mistake.
In this darkness,
so many moons
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