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Date
Unknown
A single blue
candle flickers in the darkness
Filling the room with dancing shadows
Half-seen forms flitting at the edge of your Perception
Constantly changing, never definite,
The barest suggestion of purpose
You struggle to interpret the complex dance
To find something familiar in the chaos.
It can't be done.
Might as well try to hold a dream in your hand.
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