Words hidden in the dark some night,
As flame's whisper on a Moon lit wall,
Faint echoes of a lightning bolt,
Lost in ink, trapped the page.
Blacked-out lines reveal the soul,
Truth emerges, stark yet bold,
In the tounge, new words take hold,
Meaning found in what's not there.
Through the void, stories bloom,
From the edge, a voice, square room.
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