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the darkness envokes my fears
perhaps it reminds me
of those lonely tears

as i stand in complete
absence of light
i smell something sweet

morrocan musk
stays until dusk
lingering in the air

sweet and warm
he's like a blanket
that i've worn

a soft touch
to remind me he's there
he's near
right here

he is ambrosial
the darkness at my disposal
a quiet voice
speaks to me in the absence of light
he is more comforting than any sight

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