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There are cracks that sear and I watch them burn
That cut from my night, curling slits of paper
Or weals sliced in forgiving skin
I reach out around and the soothing dark
Gives way to canyons of empty light
Encroaching, throbbing brakes
In (my) world
Everything is brimming
There is no l(ittle)onely
Hardly
This is the door