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Quieting Void
I’ve let that flicker in my eyes die
with every hour I spent waiting
for someone else’s match to ignite mine,
until it burned me into ashes,
the flame faded,
and the match shriveled
into nothing.
The darkness welcomed me,
each time with no interlude.
Embracing what was left of me,
promising a way out of the matchbox,
a way to the quieting void.
with every hour I spent waiting
for someone else’s match to ignite mine,
until it burned me into ashes,
the flame faded,
and the match shriveled
into nothing.
The darkness welcomed me,
each time with no interlude.
Embracing what was left of me,
promising a way out of the matchbox,
a way to the quieting void.
Published 5th Apr 2025
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