Darkness Darkness was lite in the air. It spread everywhere. If only I could draw its lines brush in the atmosphere. Darkness was like a feather touch. I could feel on my face, but not much. It was the thing unknown in a babies clutch. Darkness front and back, below and above. Even in this darkness I keep looking for the dove. Darkness has swall…
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