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Friday-Night Silence

                                                                  

This Friday night

Is an abyss of raw emptiness,

A vast chasm

Cast in grave shadows,

Death-black to the core,

Passion lacking its light source,

A dead star,

A carcass of God's heart,

Hidden beyond the quasars,

A terribly unbearable silence

Trying, desperately,
To moan, gasp, stutter

Its uncontainable agony,

Borrow, from mute tomorrow,

Energy to survive the night,

By finding companionship with you,

An emptiness

Whose name is nameless.

 

 

 

 

 

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