The Night.
Cold it Seems.
Dark
Empty .
Like Space
They say.
Alone.
But what
You don't
Hear
Is something
I've always
Known.
Emptiness
Is not
Alone.
Quite
Is never
Still.
All Space
Is Filled.
Be it
In my
Mind
Or anywhere
Else I might Be.
Spaces
In Between.
These are
Where the Real
Things Live.
Where the
Real Stories
Begin.
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