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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

Blackness

I do not remember this,
all suddenly vanished 
into blackness.

Oblong shape
of ebony, I
hope that night
will clean my
soul out.

Will it become 
an ink blot to
see what it means.

All becomes,
a voyage towards
refrain from that 
elegy of chaos.
Hold strong to
your convictions,
fly through the blackness they give you.

I am in the dark,
no, I am the dark,
this pitch black 
time.







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