Colors drip from the walls.
Smearing in waves,
they drip down to the floor.
Like the rainbow
all run together.
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Black Out
it has burned out.
stumbling through familiarity,
awkward at best.
stubbing feet,
lights curses
under mumbled breath.
only silence,
darkness
outside.
the heavens burning,
infinite pinpoints
still ablaze.
how fortunate
we are.
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