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Curse this night for

it fills me with dread.

Dissolved in seamless darkness,

Is all that I desired.

Paper hands clutch at straws

In this, the neverending end.

You were the hound

I was the fox

And for a while

The fable was rewritten.

But how else could this end

How did it begin?

All things real

Are touched by madness.

You and I

We were real.