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Darkness
They shuffle along, Hat pulled down, Hiding the despair, Eyes on the ground, Sometimes a glance poisons the air.
The scent of the morning dew, On cut grass was never theirs. I have been there, In the underworld, Pluto at my side, Never wanting to be his bride.
Heart shrivelled, Like a piece of dried fruit, Walking in solitude, Like the living dead, No words in my head, I became quite mute.
When freedom came, I breathed in the light, Joy returned, And my world became right, So pray for those, Who are trapped and in hell, And if you can’t, Just wish them well.
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