Darkness falls, indomitable
A tide we cannot stem
My fingers clutch the trembling pen
While the chaos of glowing screens
Devours the morning light
The sweetness of separation tempts
A fleeting mirage we crave
Are we not all threads intertwined?
Bound to the vast stream
Of shared consciousness?
Now brittle, twitching
And parched by winter’s breath
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