《But Too Well》XXXVI : Darkness

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And then there was just the

Cold hand of Darkness,

Greying white sheets,

Turning shreds of light into a

Long, sharp blade

Slick with tears

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Weep, and you weep alone;

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own

-Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Solitude

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