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The light begins to fadeInto the shallows and below
Taking with it the spark of day
Unwritten, the fingers of light
Are withered back into the sea
And all but night is left to revel
In its widestretched reign
And caught amidst the crevices
Of deeper, vicious things
Are remnants of the lingering day
That hold tight to every cling and sill
Desperate to their cause
But finally when the night grows still
Truly still, without breath or blemish
And the creatures have loosened their hold
Of any sort of beauty, still in shadow, undiscovered
Then the earth will die, for but a moment or two
To be awakened so soon by dawn
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