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It's Dark
Idle conversation
banter I can't entertain
no notions of depth
just chatter,
strange
a silence, one moment
then maybe some more
an empty delusion
I crawl to the floor
can't take this
this void
need some kind of voice
want to make contact
can't make a choice
one question, one answer
I hear you hark
'How is the weather?'
I reply
'It's dark.'
