Covering and ever so encompasing,
around every unlit corner,and yes under every stone,
a dark but of fear left ever to continue to be wondered.

All is not stolen,but in trust believe out of inspiration,
one part taken,and this offering humblely givin.

Its just a quick surf,and of this instance I paused and then stopped,
I noticed a black rose,smelled of the rest of your garden,
and Ill try to leave(as a shadow)completely unknown.
 
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