The rains have always fallen here
where those who stalk the night
walk hidden from eyes behind dark glass
What’s new is this opiate haze
seeping into every breath
lungs filled, then exhaling terror
that rises with smoke to haunt the sky
and keep the forest’s eyes down
searching where the roots end
for something to hide inside
anything to help forget these apparitions
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Working by candlelight is underrated.
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