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while searching

always searching

to acquire and cultivate

the knowledge of herself

she whispers to me,

these orders

her voice sultry and passionately so,

“give into my silence,

and hold onto the oblivious darkness,

push me down below

crush from me the twilight,

long and slow

onto to next and nothing in between

until midnight comes on the scene”

she finished by saying,

"there is the dark, only the dark

my darling, 
    we fight it all night,

but it is there that we are entangled

there where hearts are mangled

and love gets strangled"

her spirit is doubtless

she has her talents that have made her

she’s the mistress of her own language

it is very difficult for strangers

to such a degree

to understand such little control

whether you agree or disagree