i hate it when the shadows fall, and all the dark is still. no notes vibrate on the strings of air. no movement. no sound. just the toasted burnt smell of something lurking underneath the darkness. the knick-knock of random sounds that voice out when no one is awake.
when no one is awake. somehow the dark knows it. it knows that all the world has gone to bed and im alone.
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