decieving darkness comes like a thief in the night
or the silent pitter patter of mice
betrayed not by their sounds but the shit left behind
for all the big people
those who are better
to see
at mornings first light
when we creep around as not to disturb the slumber
of the hung over
alone in the new day
gripping steaming coffee cups
you think
possibility
or your heart stops
decieved by the stronger
he who knows all
and darkness lurks
as you peer beyond the curtains beyond the books
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