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Darkness, the great ether of despair. How I loath it’s doleful presence in my bedroom, it’s eyes staring down from the ceiling and watching me with sorrowful pity. Whoever could sleep being attended so? Time drags it’s feet on past until at last darkness closes it’s great sad eyes at the hysterical painted-on grin of dawn. Surrendered at last to shut my own. 

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