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    December 17th, 2024

    Eerie creeps on waivered tempestuous moments,
    Only the lot left covered in salt to imbue
    Totality in the darkness and every corner where it lay.
    Undiscovered, unmired – no one even took a look!

    A perfect diamond in its corner.
    Unseen in every ore speck.
    Until
    Like the dark side
    Of every moon.

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