Darkness Falls

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By Anthony Cardon

I love the wind and how it whispers so kindly to those who listen. But, only those who care to stop by the corner Could possibly comprehend the world that lingers beneath them. The air twirls around the world, all the humans who live within it. A man sits in his seat, Deeply devouring a hidden book. The mysteries that hide beneath the lies only came with age. And the rest of us wear ourselves out like water droplets exposed to a hot and energetic atmosphere as they shake and whither. Death approaches And the clock ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. Death do us apart And even infinite knowledge is ultimately possible.

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