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I thought the dark would be nice.

Ya know? The night sky of the crinkling lights.

Like the stars that shine - never alone.

Well I was wrong;

The wet mound that slid down the creak of my eye,

Says enough.

It's cold, no warmth to cling.

Or 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 to cling.

That presence is...

Unknown.

It's weird and for some reason I have a weird emotion of bad.

I don't know.

All I know is my feelings;

The kind where I wish to turn my Irish ring over -

just for her.