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Waiting For the Dark to Come

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The sky is blue.
The grass is green.
And there I sit waiting for the dark to come.
Sitting in the house, all silent and lonely.
Letting time pass me by.
Not knowing what comes next, only knowing that I can not move from this spot.
So I just sit there waiting for the dark to come and wash over me.
I hear a knock at the door, but do not answer it.
And I just keep sitting as the day goes by.
The sky is not as light any more.
The grass seems darker than before.
And there I sit just waiting for the dark to come.





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