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Thursday, January 27, 2005
100 Words About the Dark.
it doesn't exist here in winter, we're too far up,
the sky gets all weird, purple and pinkish at night
that's okay, the last thing I need is more darkness,
I've always been a little afraid of the damn dark
whether or not this is the dark outside, the other,
or the dark inside myself, I don't know or care
I turn on all the lights, punch that remote control,
keep the vampires and werewolves and snakes and robbers away
how quickly we return to our past selves at night,
shivering under the covers, oh god, WHAT WAS THAT NOISE
the sky gets all weird, purple and pinkish at night
that's okay, the last thing I need is more darkness,
I've always been a little afraid of the damn dark
whether or not this is the dark outside, the other,
or the dark inside myself, I don't know or care
I turn on all the lights, punch that remote control,
keep the vampires and werewolves and snakes and robbers away
how quickly we return to our past selves at night,
shivering under the covers, oh god, WHAT WAS THAT NOISE
posted by Matt # 8:54 PM 
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