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Transient shadows cast,
A silent scream exhales from my lips,
Light cuts sharply on my shaded face,
From the streetlights.
I wrangle in the darkness,
Walking the streets,
Searching for myself,
The gutter calls,
I won’t fall,
The shadows hold me up,
In hollow hope,
Supporting me on,
An ethereal thread,
I cling, it’s dark,
But there is light as I look up,
Shimmering on ephemeral yarn,
Umbilical cord of life,
Anchoring to the material plane,
A silent scream circles my brain,
Light irradiates my shaded face,
The streetlights smile back,
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