IN THE DARK friends the dark as much as you hangs on hurt of eye looking for resemblances my soft hands white face won't stop shining they beckon like lights so some other unsleeping early riser will find me by them and tell me where I am I can provide a list of the abandoned places I love and draw the wavy line I have walked through them we can follow my own convenient footprints one more step and one other more step as though tracking one of those who disappeared while still alive
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