As we file for years the chapters we hurriedly close
We in darkness long for life in books like those
Stalk when dark searching half asleep bruising toes
Down the library of life books neglected the return
The few we wrongly keep would better off burn
Library of darkness visit alone while pages we turn
Arno Le Roux 20l4
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