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In Half-LightDeny frustrationsThe past, where the present slowly lives The drown, we lived awaiting for, passive, to the shadows, a barrage only. As the serpentine path way straightens, does the wind follow one? We're howling on, in half-light The unknown, and the formless, step in, to welcome words That came into flesh... buried. |