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The darkness comes for me
not as an old friend, but more
an aeons old antagonist.
She return from the deep abyss
she was banished to long ago,
my carefully erected barriers
falling from the weight of your voice.
I scream at you, as she looms nearby
laying blow after shattering blow
upon your crestfallen face.
I am afraid.
I shove you out the door,
and my fists unclench
as she laughs uproarously.
The hands in front me
shake as I watch
the darkness consume my feeble light.
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