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The night draws close, calling out to me with its luminous soul.

What should be the end is now the beginning.

Fleeting memories try and destroy the calm.

Black is the ink.

Black is the pen.

Black is the desk.

As is the mind.

As is the heart.

As is the soul.

When the light breaks, the heart follows.

The calm is no more.