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Darkness.

In the river of memories, I

close my eyes,

hear you breathing in

dark waters.

These are untested places, unrecognizable sights

that I'm faced with.

Uncreated memories, shelved away secrets which

fester

When I think about them.

You sink in deeper, becoming a speck

in this darkness.

In this darkness that I create, I

lose you.

And you smile coyly, slightly, hiding

behind the folds of water

waiting for me to

follow.

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