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>>untitled for now<<
Darkness thins to the silver living.
Eradicating the deepest of the vexed.
Shadows grow long, hiding faces of the burnt.
In the distance the heat rises.
Then silence.
The world grows cold.
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I still need a title if anyone thinks of one.
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Censorship and thought control can only exist in secrecy and darkness...
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