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the boogeyman is real?
In these hours blacked by the shadow
Can natural order remain?
Or does all plunge into chaos
Disorder at the end of the horizon
Like anything, it remains to be seen
Unproven, yet here it is again
As it crops up and fades away
The day's way glazed my eyes
Turned from the truth yet again
As exhaustion overtakes this side
of this abyss, at its center is us
Looking both ways, towards and away
But turning once and again to day
As the shadow walks we lock
Our knees, our doors, our jaw.
Kneading the sands in the glass
The hands of time are not stopped
And eventually, darkness walks
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