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The Dark Outside
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June 2004 Poetry The dark outside,
seeps through the window,
and plunges into my empty soul.
Now filled with a void,
I let the darkness eat away,
my strength to hold on,
to what little light I had.
Slowly, my insides turn black,
and as it creeps through,
you watch my glorious transformation,
from being alive inside,
to this beautiful dark death outside.
~*~ Jill ~*~
