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I sat in the dark, thinking
by the flickering of mimic candles
jerking rigid plastic,
I sat. In the small miasma of light,
thinking. By the harsh green 12:13 from the kitchen
from the cooker,
thinking: Could embracing my fear of the darkness,
the fear of vulnerability
symbolise my imminent death?
by the flickering of mimic candles
jerking rigid plastic,
I sat. In the small miasma of light,
thinking. By the harsh green 12:13 from the kitchen
from the cooker,
thinking: Could embracing my fear of the darkness,
the fear of vulnerability
symbolise my imminent death?
Published 10th Jul 2013
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