A Light Thrown Against A Cave Wall

Blurry lines and crooked faces all crowd around, hushed by the inevitable doom, I breathe, I exist and yet all the same I am not like them, I see the awful glory of the lights thrown against the cave walls, and I digress... I digress...that a voice in the dark is what poetry defines

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