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11:14 pm

a familiar friend

came to greet me

he welcomed me into his hollow touch

and blanketed me in his arms

only in my solace does he find me

and pluck me from my frigid corner

he points me toward

the glowing exit sign

of a dark hall

the fluorescence tempts my irises

the sign says "push"

his arms say "pull"

as they cradle my lifeless shell

a familiar friend he is not

but a sworn enemy

death, you coward

it's not my time

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