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Where night soaks the skin
With heavy dew.
Sit with me in the silence
Don't speak to me words and more words
under the harsh glare of artificial light,
they circle the room
they fly away before I can catch them.
Bring a candle,
I bend to the soft light, the promise.
Sit with me in silence.
Be present in the darkness,
and wait with me for dawn.