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Epiphany

Open your eyes at night
Hear the distant sound of crying angels
Weeping for those who won't be saved
Listen, when the night owl shrieks
The upbeat song of a weary world
Catch the deathly silence of unspoken truths
Howling to the moon of guilty sins
Listen to what the blind reveals
Minutes after minutes
Lies after lies
In the dark
Damp Night.

-Estelle Wallis, April 2019

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